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Illuminated numbers tell me the time is seven o’ three.
They speak the truth,
Fore it is around this time that I begin to think of thee.
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Is it possible for someone,
A wonderful someone,
To love a wallflower such as me?
Fore I am surely nothing,
Compared to the satin petals o..
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The familiar toss of hair,Silvery laughter in the air,Someone's smitten--I'm sure.Eyelashes aflutter,I'mbeginningto stutter.Trying to play it cool,but..
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A little black bird sung a marvelous tune,
As he stood perched outside my window.
It came as no surprise to me,
Fore old Grandfather Clock ha..
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