Tom: G
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The flowers I saw in the wildwood,
have since dropped their beautiful leaves,
and the many dear friends of my childhood
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have slumbered for years in their graves.
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But the bloom of the flowers I remember,
though their smiles I may nevermore see,
for the cold chilly winds of December
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stole my flowers' companions from me.
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It's no wonder that I'm broken hearted,
and stricken with sorrow should be,
for we have met, we have loved, we have parted,
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my flowers' companions and me.
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How dark looks this world and how dreary,
when we part from the ones that we love.
There is rest for the faint and the weary,
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and friends meet with loved ones above
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For in heaven I can but remember,
when from earth my soul shall be free,
that no cold chilly winds of December
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shall steal my companions from me.
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It's no wonder that I'm broken hearted,
and stricken with sorrow should be,
for we have met, we have loved, we have parted,
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my flowers' companions and me.
