Where the daises laugh and blow,
where the willow leaves hang down,
nonny nonny i will go there to weave my lord a crwon.
Willow willow by the brook,
trailing fingers green and long,
i will read my lord a book,
i will sing my love a song.
Though he turn his face away,
nonny nonny still i sing,
ditties of a heart gone gray,
and a hand that bears no ring.
Water water cold and deep,
hold me fast that i may sleep,
death with you is nothing more
than the little deaths before
colorless heart
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