| I once had a sweetheart but now I have none
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| He’s gone and he’s left me in sorrow to weep and mourn
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| He’s gone and he’s left me for others to see
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| I know that he’ll soon find another far better than me
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| I wrote him a letter both loving and kind
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| He wrote me an answer with sharp twisted lines
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| Saying, «Keep your love letters and I will keep mine
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| You write to your love and I’ll write to mine»
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| Green grows the laurel, soft falls the dew
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| Hard was my heart when I parted from you
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| In our next meeting, I hope you’ll prove true
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| And we’ll join the green laurel for the violet so blue
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| He passes my window both early and late
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| The looks that he gives me would make my heart break
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| The looks that he gives me a thousand would kill
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| Whenever he wanders, he’ll be my love still
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| Green grows the laurel, soft falls the dew
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| Hard was my heart when I parted from you
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| In our next meeting, I hope you’ll prove true
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| And we’ll join the green laurel for the violet so blue
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| Green grows the laurel, soft falls the dew
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| Hard was my heart when I parted from you
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| In our next meeting, I hope you’ll prove true
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| And we’ll join the green laurel for the violet so blue
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| For the violet so blue, for the violet so blue |