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I saw a crowd of flowers in bloom,
On my way: too lazy of
To stir myself and pick them too,
I rode on by, on my proud horse

I had a lovely homeland long ago
The oak trees seemed So tall there, and the violets blew so sweet
It was a dream
It kissed me in German, spoke in German(You’d scarce