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Thou wilt come no more gentle Annie Like the flower Who's spirit did depart Who has come and gone like the many Who have bloomed in the springtime of my heart Shall I never more behold thee Never hear thy laughing voice again When the springtime comes gentle Annie And the wild flowers are scattered o'er the plains We did love and roam midst the bowers When thy downy cheeks were in their bloom Now I walk alone midst the flowers As they mingle their perfume o'er thy tomb Shall we never more behold thee Never hear thy laughing voice again When the springtime comes gentle Annie And the wild flowers are scattered o'er the plains Aus Songtexte Mania