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Wave thy green boughs in extacy
O'er such an one, my chestnut tree!
O'er such an one, my chestnut tree!
Yet ere I quit this once lov'd spot,
Affection's hand shall mark
The simple words, "forget me not,"
Upon thy yielding bark.
And some perchance will think of me
When gazing on my chestnut tree.
Affection's hand shall mark
The simple words, "forget me not,"
Upon thy yielding bark.
And some perchance will think of me
When gazing on my chestnut tree.
