| A lover more impetuous than I
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| Would say his say or know the reason why
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| But when I get my chance
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| I let my chance go by
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| I have the room above her
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| She doesn’t know I love her
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| How could she know I love her
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| Sitting in her room below?
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| Sitting in her room below
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| How could she dream how far a dream could go?
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| Sometimes we meet
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| She smiles
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| And oh, her smile’s divine
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| It’s such a treat
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| To hear her say
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| «Hasn't the weather been fine?»
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| I blush and stammer badly
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| My heart is beating madly
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| Then she goes into her room
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| Ah, she smiles
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| Oh, her smile’s divine
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| It’s such a treat
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| To hear her say
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| «Hasn't the weather been fine?»
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| Oh, I blush and stammer badly
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| My heart is beating madly
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| Then she goes into her room
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| And I go sadly up to mine
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| Ah, ah |