It;s such a little thing to weep,
It;s such a little thing.
But why, oh, why I can not sleep,
I can not sleep this Spring?
Why am I awake at night?
Why am I awake?
What overshadows life;s delight,
What has been my mistake?
Oh, my mistake has lovely eyes
And low manly voice,
Appearance fair enough complies
With everybody;s choice.
His every step is to the fame,
His image has no fault.
And if he;s playing risky game
Beware of sly assault.
Beware, beware, I have been told,
His charm is your heartache!
But good advice I put on hold
And it was my Mistake...
My Mistake
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