Oh pretty flower,
Sing to me,
Just as my heart,
Would wish to be.
The birds at play,
Arouse a call,
Of pleasant chatter,
For one and all.
And in the air,
A warming ray,
To help me feel,
The perfect day.
My load is helped,
Upon my back,
By new acquaintance,
I will not lack.
And as for doubt,
About the way,
My heart is new,
Just as this day.
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