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An Old Song

The almond bloom is overpast, the apple blossoms blow.
I never loved but one man, and I never told him so.

My flowers will never come to fruit, but I have kept my pride -
A little, cold, and lonely thing, and I have naught beside.

The spring-wind caught my flowering dreams, they lightly blew away.
I never had but one true love, and he died yesterday.  


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  • Nobody126
    July 28, 2005
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    This is truly a classic. This best example of silent love and tremendous labour
    "I never had but one true love, and he died yesterday."


  • July 28, 2005
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    THIS IS THE BEST AUSTRALIAN POEM I'VE EVA COME ACROSS!!!
    IT'S SOOO FILL OF PASSION!