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Stephen Evans Can't sing. Can't act. Can write a little...

Sorry, I


 

Who is it that you love, I wonder?

Sorry, Whom.  I see no sign

that it could possibly be me.

Sorry, I.  No, me.  Whoever.

Sorry, Whom.  Ever.  Whatever.

Anyway.

                   Put it this way.

Why do you say that you love me?

You say, don't you?  That you love me.

You do.  You say.  You did.

Never mind.

                   Put it this way.

If you were going to say.

That you loved me.  Then?

Why? But supposing you did.

Why, then?

                   Put it this way.

Love me.  I.  Sorry.