Testo Mazan Loufe Miht

Mazan loufe mihtIc noldon thee heart of a frouwa,whose fearan of thy heofon rice,ic loufed her fela she word so faezer,but though she sat ic beon idle oh no.Ic beon not idle at all,ic beon not idle all the time,forian andheld my hand, as ic held thys,held my hand, as ic held thine.Mazan loufe miht, mazan loufe miht no.Mazan loufe miht, mazan loufe miht no.Shes mup was swaeter as the whole craeft,the ic fore she brung me to my theore,ic zefoeht but na ic come to rihission,ic nafre zemind onto last noctue.Ic bring her to zemind,ic seppaen seacna loufe,forian and......