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The wooing of a man is new to me,
But unknown waters never gave me fear
I sail with confidence in foreign sea,
And keep both ship and heart afloat, my dear.

I know, my joy, if thee I seek to win,
My case must not be argued with a rose
No chocolates, or ribbons soft and thin,
Or other fairer trifles, I suppose.

Instead, my box of candy will be song
As sweet as I can muster from my bow.
With ribbons of a friendship true and strong,
I'll lure thee to my arms, and bid thee know.

And in the place of flowers soft as dove,
Bouquets of green iguanas for my love.

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