| My heart is like a flower for my love
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| That blooms as I hold her tenderly
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| But it’s rooted deep in fear, just as heavy as a tear
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| That whisper low, her lover is not for me.
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| My love is true, for her it is true
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| And I pray that her love is mine.
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| My love is like the first star of the night
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| That brightened up the world’s first darkness
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| Like love stories very old, a million times been told
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| Her eyes are worth more than bright diamonds.
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| My love is true, for her it is true
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| And I pray that her love is mine.
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| My love is true, for her it is true
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| And I pray that her love is mine.
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| Alone at night in my dark lonesome room
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| I lie awake a-sadly dreaming
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| Although you’re not very near, still I can hear
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| Your soft and tender heart a-beating.
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| My love is true, for her it is true
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| And I pray that her love is mine.
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| My love is true, for her it is true
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| And I pray that her love is mine. |