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A blossom fell from off a tree;

It settled softly on the lips you turned to me.

The gypsies say, and I know why,

A falling blossom only touches lips that lie.


A blossom fell, and very soon


I saw you kissing someone new beneath the moon.

I thought you loved me; you said you loved me,

We planned together to dream forever,

The dream has ended, for true love died

The night a blossom fell and touched two lips that lied.