second version with of one with like title
Young Maiden – part 2 Woke one dreary Sunday morning, Looked out to see it was storming. Hid my head under the cover, Quietly thinking, I love her. The music that lasted ‘til two, And the wine reminds me of you. Dreamin ‘til I hear a knockin, Someone sets my bed a rockin. Opened mine eyes to see who's there. The young maiden who is so fair! She’s come to be at my waking. Even though she may be soaking. I lay her down next to my head. And together we lay in the bed. To dream the dreams of last night’s love. Until the sun is high above.
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