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WHY I LOVE HER
Why do I love my sweetheart? Well
I really never tried to tell.
I love her mayhap for her smile,
So innocent and free from guile.
I really never tried to tell.
I love her mayhap for her smile,
So innocent and free from guile.
Perhaps I love her for her mien,
So calmly cheerful and serene;
Or it may be her silken hair,
First caught and tangled Cupid there.
So calmly cheerful and serene;
Or it may be her silken hair,
First caught and tangled Cupid there.
And since I came to analyse;
Her chiefest beauty is her eyes.
Her mouth, too, that is Cupid's bow—
Perhaps that's why I love her so.
Her chiefest beauty is her eyes.
Her mouth, too, that is Cupid's bow—
Perhaps that's why I love her so.
And now I think of it, her voice
First made my rusty heart rejoice
And then her hand—'tis my belief
It quite outvies the lily leaf.
First made my rusty heart rejoice
And then her hand—'tis my belief
It quite outvies the lily leaf.
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Perhaps I love her for her ways
That blend in with the sunny days.
Tush—to be brief and plain with you,
I love her just because I do.
That blend in with the sunny days.
Tush—to be brief and plain with you,
I love her just because I do.
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