Beautiful morning so sweet,
Summer is blooming all out;
I saw in my garden, weed,
- Growing there about.
The greenest of tree is you,
All love is so tender now;
The tone inside me is blue,
O unlucky crow.
Why must this be always so,
When skies are so clear and great;
Why must my heart now lay low,
Is it all too late?
Beautiful morning so sweet,
It's raining inside my heart;
I'm walking a lonely street,
Why must we depart?
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