I was happy with my friend:
I told my friend, my friend did end.
I was smile with myself:
I told it not, my love life did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Evening and morning with my tears;
and I told it with smiles,
And with soft love life.
And it grew both day and night;
till it bore an apple leaves.
And my face beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was him,
And into my backyard stole
When the night had hope;
In the morning glad I see
My sunshine was beneath the tree.
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