Another Love Away

Fly, pretty Love, fly away.
Don’t worry about me, I’ll be OK.
For my next love is but another
love away.

Another love away, another love away,
my new love is now another love away.

I met her in the morning,
before she’d done her hair;
I kissed her in the evening,
when her scenes were over.

Another love away, my love, another
love will while away;
for my old love is now a whole
new love away.

 

 

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