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Ne\-er mind, little tree, when springtime comes, ll’ou’ll he a sight lovely to see.
.And when goes the summer and autumn comes. Loaded down with apples you’ll he.
So the little tree straightened the best that it could, .And when came the radiant spring,
It was loaded with blossoms that perfumed the air. It at last was a beautiful thing.
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