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She threw me a kiss,

        But why did she throw it?

What grieves me is this—

She threw me a kiss;

Ah, what chances we miss

        If we only could know it!

She threw me a kiss

        But why did she throw it!

Any girl might have known

        When I stood there so near!

And we two all alone

Any girl might have known

That she needn't have thrown!

        But then girls are so queer!

Any girl might have known,

        When I stood there so near!