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MeisterEckhart
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If Geoffrey Chaucer wrote for AC/DC...
I was y-caught In the myddel of a lightnynge stroke. I look'd 'round, And I knew not what y-broke.
Mine minde it raced, I thought, “Where shal I be?” And I knewth— ther was no socour, no socour of thee.
Thou hast been Thonderstronk! Yea, yea, yea, Thonderstronk!
Rode I down the way, Way down to Southland. I was y-stricken, With no comp'ny, no company, at hand.
Folk did looke at me With staring eyen so wyde, And I knew— They alle had, alle seen myn pride.
Thou hast been Thonderstronk! Thonderstronk! Thou hast been Thonderstronk!
We wast schoken at the knees Could I pleaseth thee again, if it pleaseth thee, please? Yea, the ladyes were too kinde, And they sayde—
"Thou art a yondre man, With fyr in thyne blood. Thy steede doth roareth, And thy spirit is good.”
I sayde, “Aye,” And we drank full deepe. But that thunder Ne letteth me sleep.
Thonderstronk! Thou hast been Thonderstronk! Thou hast been Thonderstronk!
Thonderstronk! Thou art y-stricken! Yea, yea, yea— Thonderstronk!
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