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On the Trail of Love |
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BASHFULNESS
Oh, say, I'd like to tell her
That I love her like the breeze Loves the leaves, or like the sunshine
Loves the whisp'rin' cotton trees; Like the water loves the pebbles,
Singin' soft an' singin' low, But when I starts to tell her—
I jes'
Don't know.
Oh, say, I'd like to tell her
That I love her like the smile Loves her face, or like the dimples
Love her sweet mouth all the while; That I love an' love an' love her
Better than my life, but tho' When I starts out to tell her—
I jes'
Don't know. |
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