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LOVE LETTERS.
Dear Letters, Fond Letters,
Must I with you part?
You are such a source of joy
To my lonely heart.
Must I with you part?
You are such a source of joy
To my lonely heart.
Sweet Letters, Dear Letters,
What a tale you tell;
O, no power on earth can break
This strange, mystic spell!
What a tale you tell;
O, no power on earth can break
This strange, mystic spell!
Dear Letters, Fond Letters,
You my secret know—
Don't you tell it, any one—
Let it live and grow.
You my secret know—
Don't you tell it, any one—
Let it live and grow.
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