Love

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Love

Love will bloom,
drowned in gloom.
Why am I sulking in this very room?

Cheeks are hot, cheeks are red,
Why do I have an interest in this guy named Ted?

Found a note slipped on the floor,
then heard a knock on my door.
Who could it be?
Don't disturb me!

Oh, it's just my aunt,
calling for tea.

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