On the edge of the old park,
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Where three old pines miss,
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You kissed me hot on the lips
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At the end of a faded spring.
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My head was spinning sweetly
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I was pleased with your hands captivity,
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For the first time I fell in love so much
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After all, I did not know before the changes.
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And three pines on a hillock,
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And the grass-feather grass remembers everything:
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How you loved me for three nights
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And on the fourth - I forgot!
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And three pines on a hillock,
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Oh, what have you done, dear?
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And I got lost in three pines,
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And you got lost with the other!
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Three pines - all in love notes:
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Who loved whom and when here.
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Even the bumps on the branches are remembered here
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Those words that you spoke to me!
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The resin hardened on the heart,
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On a heart pierced by an arrow -
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Three pines, like extinguished candles,
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Not over the first trouble froze!
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And three pines on a hillock,
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And the grass-feather grass remembers everything:
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How you loved me for three nights
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And on the fourth - I forgot!
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And three pines on a hillock,
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Oh, what have you done, dear?
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And I got lost in three pines,
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And you got lost with the other!
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I was mistaken - alas! |
- was mistaken
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Buying words for silver!
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On a pine tree, it remains for me to remember
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Your wooden heart
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I know that time will relieve pain,
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And the wound in the chest will heal,
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So that again, wandering in three pines,
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I could be deceived in love. |