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Thursday, July 20, 2017
Careless Love
Love, O love, O careless love,
You see what careless love can do.
When I wore my apron low,
Couldn't keep you from my door,
Fare you well, fare you well.
Now I wear my apron high.
Scarce see you passin' by,
Fare you well, fare you well.
~ Anonymous
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