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Wildwood Flower |
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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 laugh 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. |
