If you had not been here
Or I had not chanced by—
Oh, let's not think of that, my dear,
And let's not even try;
For Spring fills all the year
And Love lights all the sky,
Since you—thank God!—are you, my dear,
And here, thank God! am I!
Or I had not chanced by—
Oh, let's not think of that, my dear,
And let's not even try;
For Spring fills all the year
And Love lights all the sky,
Since you—thank God!—are you, my dear,
And here, thank God! am I!
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