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Come Hither
come hither, come hither
before these flowers shall wither
come hither, come hither
the frost is so bitter
come hither, come hither
for I must whisper:
I love you, I love you
yes it's true
I love you, I love you
I will always love you
before these flowers shall wither
come hither, come hither
the frost is so bitter
come hither, come hither
for I must whisper:
I love you, I love you
yes it's true
I love you, I love you
I will always love you
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