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Softly starts to play; His arm slips in haste
Danced there with her beau; Now my man I've found,
| Round her slender waist And quite boldly, he'll say: Mister stick around, Since I met you I know: |
"I'll be the |
Burthen
bluest of the blue When I'm without you, The
truest of the true, I'll never doubt you. How wonderful that you,
T.B.H.Co. 206-6 Blue Danube Blues
