Hello

Hello.

I saw you walk past my tent,
In a garment fine as the morning sun.
I saw you sit by the stream at night,
Hello! Is it me you're looking for?

Your eyes are heavy laden,
Have you lost a rare gem?
You tear and swim in despair maiden,
Hello! It is me you're looking for.

You swag and stagger away,
Yet you have left a mile to me.
I'd love to peep into your bosom,
Hello! Is it me you're looking for?
Hello! 

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