| Velvet, I can wish you for the collar of your coat
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| And fortune smiling all along your way
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| But more I cannot wish you then to wish you find your love
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| Your own true love this day.
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| Mansions, I can wish you, seven footmen all in red
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| And calling cards upon a silver tray
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| But more I cannot wish you then to wish you find your love
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| Your own true love this day.
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| Standing there, gazing at you
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| Full of the bloom of youth
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| Standing there, gazing at you
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| With the sheepish eye and the look of the truth.
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| Music, I can wish you, merry music while you’re young
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| And wisdom when your hair has turned to gray
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| But more I cannot wish you then to wish you find your love
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| Your own true love this day.
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| With the sheepish eye and the look of the truth
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| And the strong arms to carry you away. |