Love is strange strange indeed
Tis love that makes me breed
One just but one thing that makes me fret
And even when I try I just cant forget
About this strange and queer thing
That seems to bring back my being
Not long ago, you came around
And like the Senator, you held ground
It hurts more than a nettles sting
To think that so fast you want to spring
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