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VERSE |
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Behold the way our fine feathered-friend |
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His virtue doth parade. |
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Thou knowest not, my dim witted friend, |
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The picture Thou hast made. |
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Thy vacant brow and thy tousled hair |
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Conceal Thy good intent. |
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Thou, noble upright, truthful, sincere |
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And slightly dopey gent,- you are... |
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REFRAIN: |
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My funny valentine, |
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Sweet comic valentine, |
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You make me smile with my heart. |
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You looks are laughable, unphotographable; |
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Yet you're my favorite work of art. |
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Is your figure less than Greek? |
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Is your mouth a little bit weak? |
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When you open it to speak, are you smart? |
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Don't change a hair for me, |
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Not if you care for me. |
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Stay little valentine stay. |
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Each day is valentine's day. |
