I want, I want to write a poem,
as lovely as a rose.
And have it heard by nearly every bird,
so sweet it is to hear.
Though by and by, I know not why
those words so hard to bear.
My love for you cannot be true,
for those words I'd learned to fear.
as lovely as a rose.
And have it heard by nearly every bird,
so sweet it is to hear.
Though by and by, I know not why
those words so hard to bear.
My love for you cannot be true,
for those words I'd learned to fear.
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