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 Softly starts to play; His arm slips in haste Danced there with her beau; Now my man I've found,

Burthen bluest of the blue When I'm without you, The

truest of the true, I'll never doubt you. How wonderful that you,  T.B.H.Co. 206-6 Blue Danube Blues