Each is not my love, moan I for what
I make up hundreds so I know how to make love
Started to see him, 'till when I married him
There, you can have my youth, I know I have loved To yearn admits you're outside to me Grow up
And I have been so naive
I have seen these all my life, perhaps a lot more All move and try he knew not
Grow up
And your spangle, how it hurts, and I have feelings
To yearn admits you're outside to me
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