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The Cold Song

You alone own Jan Jan, vineyards and fields.
You alone own your heart and riches.
You alone own two colorful lodges
There where no other living soul can pretend any claim.

You alone own the fruit of your fortune.
You alone own your drink and your meal.
You alone own all things except one:
This, that alone, your wife, you have not.
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