When I'm with you, I don't know what to do,
What do I say? What do I try?
What do I even dare to listen to?
Should I be happy, or should I cry?
Do I choose between many or few?
Do I look to future, or into my history?
Do I keep my feelings hidden, or do I tell you?
Yet although confusing you are truly,
You, my love, are a most alluring mystery.
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