Song
A scarlet bird went sailing away through the wood …
It was only a mist of dream
That floated by.
Bare boughs of my apple-tree,
Beautiful gray arms stretched out to me,
Swaying to and fro like angels' wings …
It was only a mist of dream
That floated by.
It was only a mist of dream
That floated by.
Bare boughs of my apple-tree,
Beautiful gray arms stretched out to me,
Swaying to and fro like angels' wings …
It was only a mist of dream
That floated by.
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