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Pull up a chair- here Close- so you are near. Come closer my dear Without delay. My words are sincere And it does appear It’s you I revere In every way. Sit- listen to me Perhaps you’ll agree There’s no need to flee From love, my love. For it’s like a tree Growing from the wee To what it can be High up above.
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