| My pretty willow tree
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| I cherish your charm
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| Tell me should I seek My Love
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| Search till he is found
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| My Prince is somewhere near
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| Did he pass your gate?
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| I know that for true love
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| It is never late
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| So among the trees
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| I run on tiptoes
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| I put on my favourite ring
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| Dance on the fresh grass
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| And sing my heart out
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| Oh, sing!
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| All of Dearest Men
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| You know I was true
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| Was a time when love lost
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| My blue had a deeper hue
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| I know there’s no escape
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| When the pasion grows
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| And there’s no way out
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| When the feeling flows
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| So among the trees
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| I run on tiptoes
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| I put on my favourite ring
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| Dance on the fresh grass
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| And sing my heart
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| Oh, sing!
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| Grandmother and mother tell me:
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| Just choose and follow your way
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| But I answer My Beloved Ones:
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| It’s harder to do than say |