My Darling-Darling
Often I think of her;
She was, a gift from God;
And I was in love with her;
my darling, my darling;
Often I dream away;
About those ever-days;
And so in love we were,
always just always;
And I count too three;
And there she be;
Smiling, awaiting me;
Often I think of her;
Nurturing us so;
My love my girl
my darling
Darling
Often I think of her;
She was, a gift from God;
And I was in love with her;
my darling, my darling;
Darling
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