💕 But Not For Me 💕
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James McLain
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The November rain is fresh and clean,
It's flowers are in bloom.
Love has come to they whom bragg,
but love won't come to me.
My love is there inside her breast,
where love shall always be.
Every night love comes to them,
but never comes to me.
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