Song: The Weed.
My mother told me this for true That there behind the mountains, That wear the mists about their feet And clouds about their summits, There grows the weed Forgetfulness, It grows there in the gullies. If I but knew the way thereto, Three days long would I wander And pick a handful of the weed And drink it steeped in honey, That so I might forget your mouth A thousand times that kissed me.
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