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You say you love.

Idaho (short for Idaho)

You say you love; But there was a voice.

Purer than a nun, she sings.

Gentle evening prayers

When the bell rings-

Ah, really love me!

Two.

You say you love; But with a smile

Cold as the sunrise in September,

Because you're a nun of St. Cupid,

And kept his embers for weeks.

Ah, really love me!

Three.

You say you love-but your lips.

Coral color does not teach happiness.

More corals than the sea-

They never pout and kiss-

Ah, really love me!

Four.

You say you love; But your hand

There is no soft extrusion when the extrusion returns,

Like a dead statue-

When my passion burns-

Ah, really love me!

Verb (abbreviation of verb)

Oh, spit out one or two words of fire!

Smile, as if those words should burn,

Hug like lovers should kiss.

In your heart, make me happy!

Ah, really love me!