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Don't know what draws me
Towards you
When in the morn I see your
Face in a drop of dew
Drops of rain that hang from
Your swinging curl
I don't like to miss the beauty
When you take a stroll
When you take short strides
To the river side
I dream about you and wish to
Make you my bride
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