I sit here on this muddy bank pondering my own reflection in this stream
Does she love me?
Or does she not?
For I know not.
Will it break my heart to see?
I wonder while resting my weary head on this old tree
Can I bear what the answer will bring?
I know not why I feel this way
I have only known her for one day.
And yet the affect is so strongly felt
As for my poor heart
It will surely melt.
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