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 And yet methinks you like them—

You neither stare nor weep,

But closer to my dear one

You cuddle, and you sleep!

Last night my heart grew fonder—

O happy heart of mine,

Sing of the inspirations

That round my pathway shine!

And sing your sweetest love-song

To this dear nestling wee

The Stork from 'Way-Out-Yonder

Hath brought to mine and me!