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THE CHERRY-TREE.
O, Willy, if thou needs must roam,
How many thoughts wilt send me home?
“As many,” gaily answers he,
“As green leaves hang on the cherry-tree!”
Dance in the sun,
Dance every one,
Ye green leaves on the cherry-tree!
How many thoughts wilt send me home?
“As many,” gaily answers he,
“As green leaves hang on the cherry-tree!”
Dance in the sun,
Dance every one,
Ye green leaves on the cherry-tree!
'Twas summer then: 'tis autumn now:
O, Willy, Willy, where art thou?
I wander here alone, and see
The light leaves fall from the cherry-tree!
Sigh in the blast,
For fair days past,
Of thine and mine, old cherry-tree!
O, Willy, Willy, where art thou?
I wander here alone, and see
The light leaves fall from the cherry-tree!
Sigh in the blast,
For fair days past,
Of thine and mine, old cherry-tree!
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