Tell Her, Oh, Tell Her
Tell her, oh, tell her, the lute she left lyingBeneath the green arbor is still lying there;And breezes like lovers around it are sighing,But not a soft...
Tell her, oh, tell her, the lute she left lyingBeneath the green arbor is still lying there;And breezes like lovers around it are sighing,But not a soft...
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