O’ My Beloved

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These sites; O’ my beloved

Used to spring sugar water

And the amid of the crowd

With the innocent alter

These hills were as if 

Coated with candy

So was their strong stiff

With the land sandy

How changed got it all

O’ my beloved;

Now the water fall 

Tastes like mud; mixed with the

agony of humans.