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Be cross and angry with me
Or let your anger be,
But when we pass each other
Only speak to me!
Be cross and angry with me
Or let your anger be,
Only speak to me!
And when we pass each other
And then you speak to me,
The people all will fancy
You’re cross no more with me.
Be cross and angry with me
Or let your anger be,
Only speak to me!

 

 

How high the mountain towers above,
How far away from me my love!
Beyond the mountains, far away—
The love between us fades away.

It fades, it fades, until it dies.
No gladness left before my eyes;
No joy on earth is left behind,
No happiness for me to find.

 

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