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Paul Laurence Dunbar - A Love Letter
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OH, I des received a letter f`om de sweetest little gal;
Oh, my; oh, my.
She`s my lovely little sweetheart an` her name is Sal:
Oh, my; oh, my.
She writes me dat she loves me an` she loves me true,
She wonders ef I`ll tell huh dat I loves huh, too;
An` my heaht`s so full o` music dat I do` know what to do;
Oh, my; oh, my.
I got a man to read it an` he read it fine;
Oh, my; oh, my.
Dey ain` no use denying dat her love is mine;
Oh, my; oh, my. 
But hyeah`s de t`ing dat`s puttin` me in such a awful plight,
I t`ink of huh at mornin` an` I dream of huh at night;
But how`s I gwine to cou`t huh w`en I do` know how to write?
Oh, my; oh, my.
My heaht is bubblin` ovah wid de t`ings I want to say;
Oh, my; oh, my.
An` dey`s lots of folks to copy what I tell `em fu` de pay;
Oh, my; oh, my.
But dey`s t`ings dat I`s a-t`inkin` dat is only fu` huh ears,
An` I couldn`t lu`n to write `em ef I took a dozen years;
So to go down daih an` tell huh is de only way, it `pears;
Oh, my; oh, my.
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