Itís not too much to hope for more,
When Godís love is unending.
Iíll go in strength what eíer the chore
Though chocolate still be pending.
My love, Iíve sought to love you true.
Iíve given without taking.
Alas! My soul grows dim to you,
Unless thereís chocolate baking.
I swear with tears! No oath I void!
My agony youíre sowing!
My battered heart you’ve cruelly toyed!
No chocolate. So Iím going.
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