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And if I have no love (I will be nothing)
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As soon as I close my eyes (I can't recall what my face is like)
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I used to talk to you all the time (even though I was alone)
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On a cold Tuesday morning, April 1823
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That fine line from your ear to your chin (is not so obvious anymore)
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