I don’t know why you do
Darling you are seriously confused.
Your eclogue speaks no truth.
I’m no angel, I’m bigoted.
I don’t know why you do
And I don’t mean to decry the care.
You emanate an adoring mood.
And it’s one I intend to pare.
I don’t know why you do
Because I know I am afraid to.
And I don’t want to say it’s true
That I love you too.
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