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One more love song. i generally like to include at least one or two love songs in the evening's program, partly perhaps to convince people that even at the harvard university graduate school, th |
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Tbed of celibacy that i used to call home, we did have our moments. this one is a tender ballad entitled simply i hold your hand in mine. |
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I hold your hand in mine, dear, |
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I press it to my lips. |
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I take a healthy bite |
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From your dainty fingertips. |
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My joy would be complete, dear, |
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If you were only here, |
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But still i keep your hand |
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As a precious souvenir. |
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The night you died i cut it off. |
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I really don't know why. |
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For now each time i kiss it |
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I get bloodstains on my tie. |
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I'm sorry now i killed you, |
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For our love was something fine, |
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And till they come to get me |
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I shall hold your hand in mine. |
