I feel and ask myself, my love!
What have I done, dear, to you....
Whenever she quarrels frequently
and finds fault with me unnecessarily,
I used to ask myself, 'What have
I done, dear, to you?
Now I understand, 'she thinks that
my love and me are unnecessary'!
What have I done, dear, to you....
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