It's true my days are dreary nights And the ways are full of thorns... It's true my days are dreary nights And the ways are full of thorns...

I love thee not but only when in morning time when daisies sway... I love thee not but only when in morning time when daisies sway...

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There were years like feathers of rose Once upon a time and many moons ago... There were years like feathers of rose Once upon a time and many moons ago...

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You may see me weaving wreaths of flowers With threads of whetted thorns... You may see me weaving wreaths of flowers With threads of whetted thorns...

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