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A series of journal entries in form of music




Baby, oh, Baby,
 I hate to see You this way,
'cause, Baby,
 maybe, oh, Baby,
will be together forever someday.

 Until then, here is a song
and until then just sing along;
and know that I love you
and I hold you so close
 to my heart, to my heart.

 Baby, oh, Baby,
won't You wipe out those tears away.
 'Cause, Baby,
You know that one day
I'll be right here for You;

 Until then, here is a song
 and until then just sing along;
and know that I love you
and I hold you so close
to my heart, to my heart.

 No other girl could feel your shoes,
 no other girl is quite like You.
You're other one, oh, girl, it's true;
no other girl is quite like You.

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