et,
it is not right for you to lose the softness of such love,
Waiting for someone that may not appear for another year.
It is not fair to you, not fair
to you at all,
Even though my heart breaks to say these words to you.
But, my Darling, each word is like a blue bird's call,
A call to waken you to a love that's waiting somewhere for you.
Fly away on silver wings, call
gently to a mate,
Sing sweet songs of love to her, and take her out on dates.
Give her your love and attention, shower her with kisses,
And she shall return your precious love,
She shall be so proud to be called your Mrs.

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