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There is a solitary russet pear tree, |
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Growing on the left of the way. |
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That princely man there! |
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He might be willing to come to me. |
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In the centre of my heart I love him, |
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[But] how shall I supply him with drink and food? |
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There is a solitary russet pear tree, |
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Growing where the way makes a compass. |
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That princely man there! |
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He might be willing to come and ramble [with me]. |
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In the centre of my heart I love him, |
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[But] how shall I supply him with drink and food? |