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| To You I Send |
| How often they hear, How much I hold you dear. No matter how much I wonder and dream, For you, inconsolable my words so much seem. Many nights I have wondered and innured, How will I surreptitiously confess my love and be cured. Seeing you leaves my hatred irrevocable, But, leaving you makes love also irrevocable. |
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