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He is my caption, my format, my
Open secret, when he utters those
Two magic idioms, my heart goes
Aye aye aye, the mind goes stable
And I get fighting fit; flooring me
With his coronets of forget-me-not
He is my caption, my format, my
Open secret, when he utters those
Two magic idioms, my heart goes
Aye aye aye, the mind goes stable
And I get fighting fit; flooring me
With his coronets of forget-me-not