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In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year, / I walked the road beside my dear.
The trees were black where the bark was wet.
I see them yet, in the spring of the year.
He broke me a bough of the blossoming peach / That was out of the way and hard to reach.
In the fall of the year, in the fall of the year, / I walked the road beside my dear.
The rooks went up with a raucous trill.
I hear them still, in the fall of the year.
He laughed at all I dared to praise, / And broke my heart, in little ways.
Year be springing or year be falling, / The bark will drip and the birds be calling.
There's much that's fine to see and hear / In the spring of a year, in the fall of a year.
'Tis not love's going hurts my days, / But that it went in little ways.