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My dear wife, seems my life is over |
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without you |
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I dream of you in every glacial night, |
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that I'm alone |
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You're so far away from the thundering guns |
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round my head - so far |
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I feel your tears |
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Dropping slowly down on my skin |
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I can taste your lips on mine |
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Let me kiss you before I must die |
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Oh, my love, what has been done to us? |
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Or was there anything - I could have done? |
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Your tears are the ocean, |
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that spends love and hope and faith - |
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for my wounded heart - to heal |
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I feel your tears |
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Drying away off my skin |
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The shine within your eyes |
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Will soon enlighten my night |
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But still I'm fighting |
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But still I'm bleeding |
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See their dying eyes and suffering |
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OH my love, I need to kill |
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Believe in me, I promise you, |
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I soon will close my arms around you |
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But still I'm killing |
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And still I'm bleeding |
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I suppose to see, there's nothing real |
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The answer might once be found in me |
