A beggar me, a count of empty boxes
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That is all I own in this world
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Oh Diana, sweet Diana
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To flirt & fling a young girl dressed in ribbons
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Taking fancies to those like you
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Oh Diana, sweet Diana
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Yet you wait with mourning in your hair
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& now I need good reason, but I've none to spare
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You are just a leaf that I have turned
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& I am like a match that slowly burns
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A beggar me, a count of empty boxes
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That is all I own in this world
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Oh Diana, sweet Diana
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Empty Boxes
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| The Everly Brothers |
