Picked and Pulled From My Own Field
A Tráleen About Your Finger Sealed
Other Blades Still Grow
As Others Throw And Sow
One I Have Fashioned Into A Ring
Picked In The Earliest Of Spring
The Tráleen I Did Bring Her
Still Lingers Her Finger
I Once Promised I Would Marry You
And With This Ring Its What I'll Do
But Tráleens Do Not Stay
They Decay And Fall Away
And Undo
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