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I ne'er will twine
These locks of mine,
With any thing but flow'rs,
These locks of mine,
With any thing but flow'rs,
Each gaud and gem,
I'll leave to them,
Who'd scorn a life like ours.
I'll come to night,
When the moon's pale light
Is hid by a shadowing cloud,
I'll leave to them,
Who'd scorn a life like ours.
I'll come to night,
When the moon's pale light
Is hid by a shadowing cloud,
I'll leave the dome,
Of my father's home,
And his princely turrets proud.
Then wait for me,
By the linden tree,
That grows by the castle wall;
Of my father's home,
And his princely turrets proud.
Then wait for me,
By the linden tree,
That grows by the castle wall;
