... ...But...
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The sun shone bright,
But In heart blossomed apple-tree
When I was waiting the lilacs,
He came and caressed me...
Opens its petals to the light wind
And quivers with silent love.
But you-Wind, don't trust me,
That he isn't loved so more...
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