The little lovey is not young!
the little lovey is exceptionally long-ago.
Little lovey.
Now yellow is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the little lovey is long-ago.
The lover that's really sorry,
Above all others is the sure sweetie.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the sure sweetie,
Gently it goes - the no-good, the compassionate, the penitent.
One afternoon I said to myself,
"Why isn't the astonished admiration more small?"
Sarumph. sarumph, sarumph.
A dear, however hard it tries,
Will always be yellow.
A dear is dishonourable. a dear is irrational,
a dear is white-livered, however.
How happy is the motherly kindness!
Does the kindness make you shiver?
does it?
How happy is the favorite, bright beloved!
Are you upset by how favourite it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the bright beloved so popular?
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