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Peony bent over the road
Song
1. Peony, bent over the road,
Come, my dear little angel, pick one of them
I have already picked it and made it wilt
In this minute, my little angel, catch the one you love.
I love this, I like this, this is my sweet.
The candle is burning on a green table, a blonde girl lights it
Sometimes she lights it, sometimes she puts it out, it saddens my heart, stand up, you blonde girl.
Come, my dear little angel, pick one of them
I have already picked it and made it wilt
In this minute, my little angel, catch the one you love.
I love this, I like this, this is my sweet.
The candle is burning on a green table, a blonde girl lights it
Sometimes she lights it, sometimes she puts it out, it saddens my heart, stand up, you blonde girl.