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Dear John
Oh, how I hate to write
Dear John
I must let you know tonight
That my love for you has died away
Like grass upon the lawn
And tonight I wed another dear John
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I was overseas in battle
When the postman came to me
He handed me a letter
And I was happy as I can be
The fighting was all over
And the battles, they'd all been won
But then I opened up the letter
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Dear John
Won't you please send back my picture?
My husband wants it now
When I tell you who I'm wedding
You won't care, dear, anyhow
And it hurts me so to tell you
That my love for you has gone
But tonight I'll wed your brother dear John