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Poem reads, "Whose to blame. If I love you like I do, And I do you know it's true, I can't help that! If I'm gay when you are here, Filled with joy when you are near, I can't help that! If I'm lonesome and alone, While you're back there at home, I can't help that! If I'm nervous and I'm lonely, And I long for you and Joanie, I can't help that! If I'm figity and fretting, Its because no _ _ _ _ love Im getting, We can't help that! But these conditions will be mended, Soon my lonliness be ended, We'll see to that!"