| Little beautiful Anna, if you will
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| My whole heart belongs to you
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| I am tender and faithful
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| And in virtues mature
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| Likes to be unequal and likable
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| Do you remember how we played all day?
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| Caressing each other like mother and father
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| Save clay with your hand
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| Built houses in the sand
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| Alas, how easy and funny life was
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| But the happy time soon disappeared
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| I got to learn threshing and you spun
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| You walked grassland in the woods
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| And I drove the plow
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| More rarely did we see each other
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| Only when summer was in full bloom
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| And when Christmas invited us to dance
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| Could we happen
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| Blush, smile and speak
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| There was never any greater joy
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| So it has been for many years
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| My wounds are never healed
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| It's never fun
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| Never quite confidential
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| If I do not happen to Anna
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| What I think or what I do
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| The same happy girl stands for me:
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| I often dream
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| That the faithful, tender
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| Anna will be my bride before I die
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| Love such concern is called plär -
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| No one knows exactly what that rogue is:
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| Only he can torment
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| Put us on fire
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| Which at once amuses and consumes
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| Red cheeks, big eyes blue
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| Beautiful hands, neat feet small
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| Round and white around the arm
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| Floral full in the bosom
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| It's something to look at
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| Little Anna, soon the day will fly away
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| Life has only one and it is short
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| Like shavings in the stream
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| Like a picture in the dream
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| Hurrying man to a better place
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| But on the journey to the bright hall
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| Through the earth's dark valley of sorrow
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| The Creator wanted to ask
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| That we do rarely
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| The joy of a faithful wife's choice
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| Please Anna, when God created you
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| He certainly thought of me in mercy
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| Come and let me give
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| And my wife will be
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| Then it will be light on the path of life
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| We are going to live in a small cottage
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| Live with each other in peace and quiet
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| Teach the children dear
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| God and the King glory:
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| It's going to be so much fun you have to believe!
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| Last we follow to heaven
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| Happening to father and mother again
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| Get young again
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| Start singing again
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| Love is life's best friend |