It�s not too much to hope for more,
When God�s love is unending.
I�ll go in strength what e�er the chore
Though chocolate still be pending.
My love, I�ve sought to love you true.
I�ve given without taking.
Alas! My soul grows dim to you,
Unless there�s chocolate baking.
I swear with tears! No oath I void!
My agony you�re sowing!
My battered heart you’ve cruelly toyed!
No chocolate. So I�m going.
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