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Red Red Rose of STeWie:
Oh my luve is like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
Oh my luve is like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile! Til rocks Melt wi Sun, Till rocks Melt wi Sun, my Son.
While Sand of Life Shall run.
I apologize for multiple Bear posts.
I can’t see so good as I could, and besides that lot, you keep on moving. So stand up straight and still, look shaarp or Noo. I ken wen when I ken win. hurray.
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