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E saw many brides seten on a tree He token her flight and flowen away With ego dixi, have a good day Many white fedres hath the pye I may noon more singen, my lippes arn so dry! Manye white federes hath the swan The mor that I drinke, the lesse good I can! Ley stikkes on the fer, wil mot it brenne Geve us onys drinken er we gon henne! Omnes gentes plaudite Omnes gentes plaudite Omnes gentes plaudite Omnes gentes plaudite E saw many brides seten on a tree He token her flight and flowen away With ego dixi, have a good day Many white fedres hath the pye I may noon more singen, my lippes arn so dry! Manye white federes hath the swan The mor that I drinke, the lesse good I can! Ley stikkes on the fer, wil mot it brenne Geve us onys drinken er we gon henne! The mor that I drinke, the lesse good I can! Letras de cancionesLey stikkes on the fer, wil mot it brenne Geve us onys drinken er we gon henne! Omnes gentes plaudite Omnes gentes plaudite Omnes gentes plaudite Omnes gentes plaudite Omnes gentes plaudite Omnes gentes plaudite Omnes gentes plaudite From Letras Mania