Oh woe, alack.
I broke my back
climbing up that tree
I just had to see
you.
Come weep by my bedside
Cry tears onto my pillow
and I will die a happy man
or maybe not at all.
Oh me, oh my my
when you stand up so high
I get dizzy.
She had beauty and a mirror
She loved herself the most I fear.
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