Willow, In Your April Gown Delicate And Gleaming, Do You Mind In Years Gone By All My Dreaming? Spring Was Like A Call To Me That I Could Not Answer, I Was Chained To Loneliness, I, The Dancer. Willow, Twinkling In The Sun, Still Your Leaves And Hear Me, I Can Answer Spring At Last, Love Is Near Me!
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