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Come over here and tell me
all the things I want to know.
Do you really love me now,
or love me when Hell has snow?
Tell me how to approach you.
It's really getting to me.
I can not say what I feel.
My lips won't let the words free.
I'm really sick of crying
at absolutely nothing.
Please, at least give me a reason
to be crying for something.
I hope you know I love you.
It is true to the last word.
My own love for you has caused
my being and soul to be stirred
I hope you don't give me reason
to give up. I know it's true
that the phrase which applies here
is sincerely, I love you |