the ter it is past
the ter it is past, and the sur es at st
and the sall birds, they sg on ev&039;ry tree;
now ev&039;ry thg is gd, while i a very sad,
sce y true love is parted fro
the rose upon the breer, by the waters runng clear,
ay have chars for the l or the bee;
their little loves are blest, and their little hearts at rest,
but y true love is parted fro
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