Come To Me In Cherry-Time, And, As Twilight Closes, We Will Have A Merry Time, Here Among The Roses! When The Breezes Crisp The Tide, And The Lindens Quiver, In Our Bark We'll Safely Glide Down The Rocky River! When The Stars, With Quiet Ray, All The Hill-Tops Brighten, Cherry-Ripe We'll Sing And Play Where The Cherries Ripen! Then Come To Me In Cherry-Time, And, As Twilight Closes, We Will Have A Merry Time Here Among The Roses.
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