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May I tell you something,
One lover to another? Your love is like the Dawn On a cold Winter’s morn’. Your love is like sweet dewdrops On a lily’s soft white petals. May I tell you something, One lover to another? Your love is like the nightingale, Whose song is brief and melodious. Your love is like the red red rose, Whose life is fleeting yet radiant. May I tell you something, One lover to another? Your love is all I require.
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