| Sweet one, fairer than the flowers,
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| Never will I meet one sweeter than you.
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| Would you turn away or could you
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| Really every care, If I’d ever dare
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| To say, «I Love you.»?
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| If the nightingales could sing like you,
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| They’d sing much sweeter than they do,
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| For you brought a new kind of love to me.
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| If the Sandman brought me dreams of you,
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| I’d want to sleep my whole life through,
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| For you brought a new kind of love to me.
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| I know that you’re the queen, and I’m the slave,
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| And yet you will understand
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| That underneath it all
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| You’re a maid, and I am only a man.
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| I would work and slave the whole day through
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| If I could hurry home to you;
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| For you brought a new kind of love to me. |