She quarrels with the lonely roads;
She quarrels with the brimming trees.
She quarrels with the brimming trees.
She quarrels with the silent ponds;
She quarrels with the singing breeze.
She quarrels with the singing breeze.
She quarrels with the hurtless birds;
She quarrels with the fiercest beasts.
She quarrels with the fiercest beasts.
She quarrels with the crowded forests;
She quarrels with the soothing fields.
She quarrels with the soothing fields.
Each time she has to leave,
She quarrels.
She quarrels.
But the village knows;
With tearful eyes,
He waves at her with a smile.
With tearful eyes,
He waves at her with a smile.
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