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Come Dmall you girls, where'Cer you be, Who fFlourish Cin your Dmprime Beware, take cCare if your Dmgarden is fCair Let Dmno man sCteal your tDmhyme C Let Dmno man Amsteal your tDmhyme
For wDmhen your thyme is pulCled and gone He'll cFare no mCore for Dmyou And every pClace where your tDmhyme went to wCaste Will Dmall spread oCver with Dmrue C Will Dmall spread oAmver with Dmrue
I gDmave my love my sCummer’s yield and aFll my aCutumn’s sDmtore. From of my skCill he Dmtook his Cfill and aDmsked for mCore and mDmore, C and aDmsked for mAmore and mDmore.
He Dmfed to me of hConeyed wine and aFll we sCowed in DmMay, but come new spCring he went wDmanderiCng. From Dmme he tChen did sDmtray,C from Dmme he tAmhen did sDmtray.
The Dmgardener's son was sCtanding by, Sweet fFlowers he gCave to Dmme: The violet bClue and the Dmiris tCoo, and the Dmred, red rCose made tDmhree,C and the Dmred, red rAmose made tDmhree.
But DmI refused that rCed rose bush and I pFlanted the wCillow tDmree, so all the wCorld may pDmlainly sCee how Dmmy love sClighted Dmme, C how Dmmy love sAmlighted Dmme.
A Dmwoman is a bCranching tree and a mFan’s a cClinging vDmine, and from her bCounty so cDmarelessCly he’ll tDmake what Che can fDmind, C he’ll tDmake what Amhe can fDmind.