Won't you please come and hold
My pale, shaking frame?
I wish I knew your name...
Why, about you, do I care?
Unlike before, just a dare.
With the others, I'd just sit and cry...
With you, not even a sigh!
Love: what's the meaning of the word?
I heard it can fly high, like a bird.
Soaring above the treetops, a dove,
It always finds me, that elusive thing called love.
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