Tuesday, August 3, 2010


At the clear fountain,
While I was strolling by,
I found the water so nice
That I went in to bathe.

So long I've been loving you,
I will never forget.

Under an oak tree,
I dried myself.
On the highest branch,
A nightingale was singing.

So long I've been loving you,
I will never forget.

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