A blossom fell,
From off a tree,
It settled softly on the lips you turned to me.
The gypsies say (and I know why),
"A falling blossom only touches lips that lie".

A blossom fell,
And pretty soon,
I saw you kissing someone else beneath the Moon.
I thought you loved me,
You said you loved me,
We made plans together,
To dream forever.
The dream has ended,
For True Love lied,
The night a blossom fell,
And touched two lips that lied.


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Quah.