He loves me he loves me not,
either way its his love I saught.
So I still look at my lace and frill.
To love him dear,
or look with leer.
Hold me gently dont love me not,
For my heart has not yet forgot.
Forever mine I hope to find,
Soon I walk after wedding bells chime
[[Cme]]
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