That in America
We are now
Under the shade of the forest
That will never leave
'When the darkness leaves
And the time has turned flowers
There will be nuts, there will be apples
And the juice will grow
Say my farewell with a welcome
Chinn t-Saile nam bo
Where did you get Me greis mdrach
I'm a little young child
There would be brown wreaths
On the bottoms to music
And curly roses
And the cheek like the rose< br/>

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