They said he sent his love to me, They wouldn`t put it in my hand, And when I asked them where it was They said I couldn`t understand. I thought they must have hidden it, I hunted for it all the day, And when I told them so at night They smiled and turned their heads away. They say that love is something kind, That I can never see or touch. I wish he`d sent me something else, I like his cough-drops twice as much.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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