| His virtue doth parade
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| Thou knowest not, my dim-witted friend
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| The picture thou hast made
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| Thy vacant brow, and thy tousled hair
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| Conceal thy good intent
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| Thou noble upright truthful sincere,
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| And slightly dopey gent
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| Youre my funny valentine,
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| Sweet comic valentine,
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| You make me smile with my heart.
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| Your looks are laughable, un-photographable,
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| Yet, you’re my favorite work of art.
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| Is your figure less than greek?
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| Is your mouth a little weak?
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| When you open it to speak, are you smart?
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| But, don’t change a hair for me.
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| Not if you care for me.
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| Stay little valentine, stay!
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| Each day is valentines day
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| Is your figure less than greek?
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| Is your mouth a little weak?
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| When you open it to speak, are you smart?
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| But, don’t change a hair for me.
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| Not if you care for me.
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| Stay little valentine, stay!
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| Each day is valentines day |