| I’ve been gathering flowers from the hillside
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| To reach all around your brow
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| But you kept me a waiting so long dear
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| These flowers have all withered now
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| It was on one bright June morning
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| He rose his worrying blues
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| I shot and killed my darling
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| And what will be my due
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| I know that you have seen troubles
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| But never hang down your head
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| My love for you is like a flower
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| My love for you is dead
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| I’ve been gathering flowers from the hillside
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| To reach all around your brow
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| But you kept me a waiting so long dear The flowers have all withered now |