The sky it was blue,

And the bird sang to me.

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A little thought came,

Came out of my heart;

It whispered a name

That made me to start:

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"Why, Miss Linda,

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Then, as if relenting

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"Indeed, why not?" cried Linda.

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"'Twould depend!

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