October
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Oh I'll twine with my mingles and waving black hair With the roses so red and the lilies so fair And the mirtles so bright with the emerald dew The pale and the leader and eyes look like blue I will dance I will sing and my laugh shall be gay I will charm every heart in each crown I will sway When I woke from my dreaming my idols were clay All portions of love had all flown away Oh he taught me to love him and promised to love And to cherish me over all others above How my heart is now wondering no misery can tell He's left me no warning no words of farewell Oh he taught me to love him and call me his flower That was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour How I long to see him and regret the dark hour He's gone and neglected his pale wildwood flower
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