| One warm summer night, he rode into sight
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| On a wild mare that was so perfectly white
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| I’d dreamed he’d return and I was right
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| Wishes can come true when you wish with all your might
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| One look in his eyes, I had realized
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| His life was so simple, he had no disguise
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| He lived day to day, no promise he would stay
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| But in these few words he stole my heart away
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| He said, «My life’s not to lead through power or greed
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| I am but a poor man when I’m cut I bleed
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| A more humble man you never will meet
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| And here is my heart for only you to keep»
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| In the shade of the willow tree
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| My poor peasant promised to me
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| No scholarly thoughts, he couldn’t pay high costs
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| And sometimes it feels like he’s totally lost
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| But he said this true and he said it loud
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| I promise you my heart with this solemn vow
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| One warm summer night, he rode into sight
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| On a wild mare that was so perfectly white
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| I’d dreamed he’d return and I was right
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| Wishes can come true when you wish with all your might
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| In the shade of the willow tree
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| My poor peasant promised to me |