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she'll twine and she'll mingle her waving black hair |
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With the roses so red and the lilies so fair |
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With miles so green like an emerald hew |
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The pale and the nature and voilet to blue |
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he promised to love her; he promised to love |
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to cherish her always, to others above. |
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she woke from her dream, and her idol was clay |
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her passion for loving had vanished away. |
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he taught her to love him; he called her his flower |
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A blossom to cheer him through life's weary hour |
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though her heart now is breaking sha'll never know |
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how his name makes her tremble, with pale cheeks to glow |
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she'll dance and she'll sing her life shall be gay |
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she'll banih his weaping, drive troubles away |
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she'll live yet to see him regret this dark hour |
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when we won and neglected this frail wildwood flower |
