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FIVE POEM
He has a daughter who, it is reported,
Reads every day
In a painted Book of Hours
Which hangs from her girdle on a chain of silver.
If her hair is black she shall be married
To my younger brother.
If her hair is brown she shall marry my only son,
But if it is yellow as honey
I myself will be her husband.
Let us make alliance with the king of France!
