She'll twine and she'll mingle her waving black hair
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With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
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The miles so green of an emerald hew
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The pale and the nature and voilet to blue
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He promised to love her; he promised to love
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To cherish her always, to others above
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She woke from her dream, and her idol was clay
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Her passion for loving had vanished away
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He taught her to love him; he called her his flower
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A blossom to cheer him through life's weary hour
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Though her heart now is breaking, he shall never know
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How his name makes her tremble, her pale cheeks to glow
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She'll dance and she'll sing her life shall begin
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She'll banish this weaping, drive troubles away
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She'll live yet to see him regret this dark hour
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When he won and neglected his frail wildwood flower
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Wildwood Flower
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Mike Ness |