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A blossom fell from off a tree
It settled softly on the lips you turn 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'd love me
You said you love me

We planned together
To dream forever
The dream has ended
For true love died
The day a blossom fell
And touched two lips that lied