  Love when young and tender Should pick its place to go; Beware of hearts that deceive For there, ’twill cease to grow. Then hearts that are true Beat just as one, With a soulful tender feeling, Till love’s bright day is done. Hearts that are true, And when they cross the river of Jordan To answer to their rights and wrongs, That sweet word love will be in golden letters And will be sung in a beautiful song. |
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