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Tell me, my love, what should I do

If my breaking heart will never mend?

It isn't easy to pretend

That I'm no longer sad and blue!


I thought I'd turn to pastures new

And find myself a different friend

Surely, I thought, old love must end,

My happiness is overdue!


I like her very much, it's true,

But there's no way she can replace

Your figure and your dear, sweet face,

I haven't yet got over you!


Perhaps, in fact, I never will,

But is it such an awful crime

To praise and worship you in rhyme

When seeing you brings such a thrill?

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