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Come to me, my melancholy baby. Cuddle up and don't be blue. All your fears are foolish fancies maybe. Don't you know that I'm in love with you? Every cloud must have a silver lining. Just wait until the sun shines through. Smile, my honey dear, While I kiss away each tear, Or else I will be melancholy too. |
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