(_By a Profound Thinker._)
I don't know why, but fifty times a day,
To you my thoughts persistently will fly,
You come to me, and, coming, come to stay--
I don't know why.
Sometimes I catch myself inclined to try
From heart and mind to banish you away.
I always fail. If you are not too shy,
Just write a line to tell me that I may
Think fondly of you. Then in future I
Shall think of you, and never want to say
I don't know why.
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