*** Idalia's Craysee Page ***

Which blossoms bright in June.

My love is like a melody,

Which plays it's craysee tune.

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So chow, for now, my own good girl,

So good a girl, I fear,

That I'll remember you, my dear,

Though it were ten thousand years.

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