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[Sweetheart, dost thou think of me]
Sweetheart, dost thou think of me,
When beneath the forest tree?
Dost thou, in the passing wind,
Catch the sighs I've cast behind?
Ah, I fear ... I fear ... I fear,
Evil bird hath fill'd thine ear.
When beneath the forest tree?
Dost thou, in the passing wind,
Catch the sighs I've cast behind?
Ah, I fear ... I fear ... I fear,
Evil bird hath fill'd thine ear.
Sweetheart, in the clear blue sky,
Canst thou read my constancy,
Or, in whispering branches near,
Aught from thy true lover hear?
Ah, I fear ... I fear ... I fear,
Evil bird hath fill'd thine ear.
Canst thou read my constancy,
Or, in whispering branches near,
Aught from thy true lover hear?
Ah, I fear ... I fear ... I fear,
Evil bird hath fill'd thine ear.
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