| Come, sweetheart mine, don’t sit and pine
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| Tell me of the cares that make you feel so blue
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| What have I done, answer me, hon
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| Have I ever said an unkind word to you
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| My love is true, and just for you
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| I’d do almost anything at any time
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| Dear, when you sigh, 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’m in love with 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, while I kiss away each tear
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| Or else I shall be melancholy too
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| (Orchestral Interlude)
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| Every cloud must have a silver lining
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| Say, wait until the sun shines through
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| Smile, my honey dear, while I kiss away each tear
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| Or else I shall be melancholy too |