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One early morning,
I woke up in yearning
Of your sweeter smile.
But the world is vile,
And would not let me see
My love that's in flee.

My parents do not like her,
Do not hear her voice's purr,
Which the might of her love.
So I look on a dove,
To see her ordane features,
Only to be haunted by a many- creatures.

Now I look really close,
At my pink heart's woes,
To see the real reason
Behind her heart's early season.
So she did not love me,
Did not even see,

My heart's early pounding-
Of love it was founding.
She poisened my wine,
That poor little swine,
And took all of my money
And said I died of pure honey.

Now I lay dead,
On our wedding-day bed-
Thinking of her, and when she'll- return
To at least even mourn
The man that had loved
A woman with hatred, which has been- gloved.

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