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Baby, you go,

You’re passerby.

You never leave me —

Your lullaby.

I want believe you

And I want to cry.

Baby, you give me

Your Lullaby.

Baby, I follow

Day after day.

And I whist words

I have to say.

You can be my friend,

You can be a bay,

You didn’t answer

Me yesterday.