But I have learned a thing or two; I know as sure as fate, when we lock up our lives for wealth, the gold key comes too late.
But I have learned a thing or two; I know as sure as fate, when we lock up our lives for wealth, the gold key comes too late.
Underneath an apple-treeSat a maiden and her loverAnd the thoughts within her heYearned, in silence, to discover.Round them danced the sunbeams bright,Green the grass-lawn stretched before themWhile the apple blossoms whiteHung in rich profusion o'er them.
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