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[The wreath you wove, the wreath you wove]
The wreath you wove, the wreath you wove
Is fair—but oh, how fair,
If Pity's hand had stol'n from Love
One leaf to mingle there!
Is fair—but oh, how fair,
If Pity's hand had stol'n from Love
One leaf to mingle there!
If every rose with gold were tied,
Did gems for dewdrops fall,
One faded leaf where Love had sigh'd
Were sweetly worth them all.
Did gems for dewdrops fall,
One faded leaf where Love had sigh'd
Were sweetly worth them all.
The wreath you wove, the wreath you wove
Our emblem well may be;
Its bloom is yours, but hopeless Love
Must keep its tears for me.
Our emblem well may be;
Its bloom is yours, but hopeless Love
Must keep its tears for me.
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