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I was sitting neath the shade of the apple tree whose leaves were whispering to me as no one else was around, I'm sure the tree must have been addressing me When along walks this girl in golden curl and a dress as blue as the sky Oh, not that day the sun had lain sick grey wool covers pulled over its eye The girl obviously was out to display what she thought the weather should be that day she looked upon me and blinked once or twice missing moments in time in between then she spoke "Hello" 'Hello' thought I why didn't she say 'Hi'?