One daisy on the
river’s bank:
He loves you, loves
you not;
Your heart like a
pebble sank,
In your eye, a tear
is caught.
Dripping teardrops to
the stream,
You wish that it was
all a dream.
If only your great
charming man
Would love you as you
love him
Would stay by you,
hold your hand
Until your eyes grow
dim.
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