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The AffairSlap, slap, slap; she's always chatting, / Maybe to the gulls up above. / Winds being friendly to us both,

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I Said NothingThat first introduction / I wanted you / And I sensed you wanted the same,

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Premier AmourOccasionally I’ll see you / Within the lyrics of a song / On the face of a young woman

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