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UNDER A CHERRY TREE.
O cherry Tree! O Cherry Tree!
That Spring-time was so fair:
Thy boughs were a white heaven to me,
For He was there.
That Spring-time was so fair:
Thy boughs were a white heaven to me,
For He was there.
O Cherry Tree, glad Cherry Tree!
He said my red lips were
Richer than thy ripe fruit: ah me!
He kiss'd me there.
He said my red lips were
Richer than thy ripe fruit: ah me!
He kiss'd me there.
O cherry Tree, sad Cherry Tree!
Now are thy branches bare:
The leafless boughs repeat to me—
He is not there.
Now are thy branches bare:
The leafless boughs repeat to me—
He is not there.
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