| Come, sweetheart mine
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| Don’t sit and pine
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| Tell me all the cares that make you feel so blue
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| What have I done?
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| Answer me, hon
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| Have I ever said an unkind word to you?
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| My love is blue
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| And just for you
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| I’d do almost anything at any time
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| Dear, when you sigh
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| Or when you cry
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| Something seems to grip this very heart of mine
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| Come to me, my melancholy baby
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| Cuddle up and don’t be blue
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| All your fears are foolish fancy, maybe
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| You know, dear, that I am strong for you
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| Every cloud must have a silver lining
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| Wait until the sun shines through
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| Smile, my honey, dear
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| While I kiss away each tear
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| Or else I shall be melancholy, too
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| Birds in the trees
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| Whispering breeze
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| Should not fail to rouse you into peaceful dreams
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| So tell me why
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| Badly you sigh
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| Sitting at the window where the pale moon beams
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| You shouldn’t grieve
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| Try and believe
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| Life is always sunshine when the heart beats true
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| Be of good cheer
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| Smile through your tears
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| When you’re sad, it makes me feel the same as you
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| Come to me, my melancholy baby
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| Cuddle up and don’t be blue
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| All your fears are foolish fancy, maybe
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| You know, dear, that I am strong for you
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| Every cloud must have a silver lining
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| Wait until the sun shines through
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| Smile, my honey, dear
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| While I kiss away each tear
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| Or else I shall be melancholy, too |