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A-B-C-D-E-F-G |
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I never learned to spell |
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At least, not well |
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One, two, three, four, five, six, seven |
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I never learned to count |
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A great amount |
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But my busy mind is burning to use what learning I've got |
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I won't waste any time |
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I'll strike while the iron is hot |
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If they asked me, I could write a book |
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About the way you walk, and whisper, and look |
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I could write a preface |
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On how we met |
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So the world would never forget |
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And the simple secret of the plot |
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Is just to tell them that I love you a lot |
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And the world discovers |
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As my book ends |
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How to make two lovers |
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Of friends |
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And the simple secret of the plot |
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Is just to tell them that I love you a lot |
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And the world discovers |
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As my book ends |
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How to make two lovers |
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Of friends |
