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Dear wont you tell me now
For I have asked thee how
And that must be the reason why
Your heart will start and then you sigh
For when I ask you of love
Your answer is like that, of a dove
Some times you think I am a pest
But I always try my best.
Though I some times like to cry
But only think if you could try.
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