| Darling, darling, oh how I love you, really do
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| But you just, just won’t be true
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| Darling, I’m writing this letter
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| Knowing that you ain’t never read it
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| But each time I write you darling
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| I pen what lips can’t say
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| Because I love you, although you’re so far away
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| My words caremily that love alone can’t tell
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| I always hope and wish you well
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| Oh my darling, please hear my plea, please
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| Darling, what is there worse on this earth
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| Then to be unable to stop lovin' you
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| Knowing well that I should
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| To me a black day, to me a black night
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| To kiss and love, and then have to fight
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| All the time…
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| Let me whisper sweet words of pismotality
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| And discuss the pompatus of love
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| And put 'em together, and what’ve you have
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| Matrimony, oh my darling, please hear my plea
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| Oh darling, darling, oh how I love you, really do
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| But you just, just won’t be true |