| I will twine with my mingles of raven black hair
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| With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
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| The meadow so bright with it’s emerald hue
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| And the pale and the leader and eyes look so blue
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| I will dance, I will sing and my life shall be gay
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| I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway
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| I woke from my dream and all idols was clay
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| And all portions of love then had all flown away
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| He told me to love him and promised to love
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| And cherish me over all others above
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| My poor heart is wondering no misery can tell
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| He left me no warning, no words of farewell
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| He told me to love him and called me his flower
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| That was blooming to cheer him through life’s weary hour
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| How I long to see him and regret the dark hour
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| He’s gone and neglected his frail wildwood flower |