I won't to tell of my love To the red, red rose Or the running brook Where the sweet magnolia grows I won't tell of my love To every little star On the wipperwill On the hill above I'll tell the man in the street And everyone I meet That you and I are sweethearts I'll shout it out From the roof I'll give the papers proof That we two are complete hearts I want the world to know I'll use the radio And when I've said all I'll say You may be old and gray But you can't get away from me.
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