| She passed by my window
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| Her eyes were all aglow
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| And bent to pick her glove she’d dropped
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| From the bright and brittle snow
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| Nature had spoken it in the Spring
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| With apple, plum and brand new pear
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| Have you time for my company?
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| No, I said, I have none to spare
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| You gotta sanctify my love
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| You gotta sanctify my love
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| You gotta sanctify my love
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| I ain’t no lover-boy
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| For apple, plum and brand new pear
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| Soon wither on the ground
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| She slapped the snow from off her glove
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| And moved on without a sound
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| You gotta sanctify my love
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| You gotta sanctify my love
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| You gotta sanctify my love
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| I ain’t no lover-boy |