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Sing we for love and idleness Naught else is

Sing we for love and idleness
Naught else is worth the having.
Though I have been in many a land
There is naught else in living.
And I would rather have my sweet
Though rose leaves die of grieving
Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men's believing.

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