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Twue Wuv

Oh, my deawest bewuved, my beautifuw dear,
I hope you bewieve that my wuv is sincere.
My worwd was quite empty befowe you awived,
But the hope of your wuv is what kept me awive!
You compwete me, my darwing, you make my heart wight,
And your wovewy sweet smiwe, it is such a dewight!
So wook what I've bwought you - a fine diamond wing,
Awong with the hopes, and the wuv that I bwing,
So decwaring my wuv, on my knees in the mud,
I ask you my darwing, to be Mrs. Fudd!

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