Roger Quilter - The Wild Flower's Song

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As I wander'd the forest
The green leaves among
I heard a wild flower
Singing a song:

"I slept in the dark
In the silent night
I murmur'd my fears
And I felt delight

"In the morning I went
As rosy as morn
To seek for a new Joy
But I met with scorn."
 
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