"Gracious and pure Lady Abbess,
How do you have such a small belly? Still, I will not hold that against you,
I would sooner bite myself in the finger."
"I have read from the Psalter,
In the choir before the Lord's altar.
Now no praying will avail me,
I too must here follow after Death."
In the choir before the Lord's altar.
Now no praying will avail me,
I too must here follow after Death."

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