| As I walked alone in the country one day,
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| At my feet fluttered a note.
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| I opened it up, and to my great surprise,
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| I read these strange words someone wrote;
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| If anyone finds this, I love you,
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| I love you, I love you.
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| If anyone finds this, I love you,
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| Honest and truly I do!
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| I smiles at the note, then I tossed it aside,
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| But it haunted me day and night,
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| Until I just had to retrace every step,
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| In hopes I would learn who would write;
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| If anyone finds this, I love you,
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| I love you, I love you.
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| If anyone finds this, I love you,
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| Honest and truly I do!
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| Nearby was a house with a sign on the door,
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| And there, «home for orphans» I read.
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| A small face looked down from a window at me,
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| And somehow I knew who had said;
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| If anyone finds this, I love you,
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| I love you, I love you.
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| If anyone finds this, I love you,
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| Honest and truly I do!
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| And then toward that window my heart seemed to soar,
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| I walked up the path and I knocked at the door! |