There`s many and many, and not so far, Is willing to dry my tears away; There`s many to tell me what you are, And never a lie to all they say. It`s little the good to hide my head, It`s never the use to bar my door; There`s many as counts the tears I shed, There`s mourning hearts for my heart is There`s honester eyes than your blue eyes, There`s better a mile than such as you. But when did I say that I was wise, And when did I hope that you were true?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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