I long for a primrose, a violet, a flower.
Life with the sun, forlorn pink
Always by a willow or tree,
Dewdrops wetting the aspen leaves.
I long for a primrose, a violet, a flower,
But live with a thorn like no other.
Life with the sun, forlorn pink
Always by a willow or tree,
Dewdrops wetting the aspen leaves.
I long for a primrose, a violet, a flower,
But live with a thorn like no other.
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