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its a far cry from Bucharest

in this dark and earthy shed,

thinks of her tearful mother

the man she's shortly to wed

 

draughts slice wooden walls,

rats scuttering in the hay-loft,

rubbing her hands for warmth

tells herself not to be so soft

 

slim candles shadow the gloom,

bloke appears in muddy boots,

shoving his wheelbarrow in a

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