.4. Song

If you have naught to say to me,
Why come to my side?
Why do you smile that way to me—
Smile no king has denied?
If you have naught to say to me,
Why come to my side?

If you don’t want me to render,
Why do you press my hand?
That dreamy, angelic, tender
Thought as you walk the strand—
If you don’t want me to render,
Why do you press my hand?

If you want me to depart,
Why do you come so near?
When I see you, I up-start:
You’re my joy, you’re my care.
If you want me to depart,
Why do you come so near?

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