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I was angry with my friend I told my wrath, my wrath did end I was angry with my foe I told him not, my wrath did grow And I watered it with fears Night and morning with my tears And I sunned it with smiles And with soft deceitful wiles And it grew both day and night Till it bore an apple bright And my foe beheld its shine And he knew that it was mine Into my garden stole When the night had veiled the Pole He has cast me in shade Night and morning have I prayed Even turned their blood in me Oh, those of little loyalty I have watered it with fears Night and morning with my tears I have sunned it with smiles And with soft deceitful wiles With soft deceitful wiles And it grew both day and night Till it bore an apple bright And my foe beheld its shine And he knew that it was mine Into my garden stole When the night had veiled the Pole I was angry with my friend I told my wrath, my wrath did end I was angry with my foe I told him not, my wrath did grow Into my garden he stole When the night had veiled the Pole In the morning, glad I see My foe outstretched beneath the tree My foe outstretched beneath the tree |