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Oh and oh you loved me then,
and oh and oh I cried:
What is it that you love the most?
My body, soul or mind?
And oh and oh and oh you sighed:
it’s all these things
and this for sure,
and oh and oh and oh I’m yours
and oh you’re mine for...
and evermore.

And oh and oh the years have passed
and oh, we’re doing fine.
I ask again what part you love.
You say it’s me,
my quiddity,
my quirky essence you adore.
But oh but oh but oh but oh,
there are no ohs,
there are no ohs,
there are no ohs