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Oh these lips, these wretched lips,
My forbidden, hidden thoughts,
Oh my befuddled, muddled love,
And all my life’s tied up in knots.

You, oh lips, remember it all,
You my thoughts, you know it all,
So why do you rend my heart apart
And make me sad beyond recall?

I shall call a pigeon blue,
A rock pigeon, good and true,
I shall send my sweet a note
And we shall start it all anew.