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When you grow old,
And all your stories have been told,
I'll whisper in your ear,
"Won't you tell me again, dear?"
Because when spoken by you, each word,
May be the sweetest thing I've ever heard.
And all your stories have been told,
I'll whisper in your ear,
"Won't you tell me again, dear?"
Because when spoken by you, each word,
May be the sweetest thing I've ever heard.