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The Price The stars fall from the sky devoid of brightness The moon becomes a shadow of the night Dark is creeping up the morning's lightness The tears that gather steal away your sight. The rose has lost its color and its beauty No longer can you smell its sweet perfume For loving you has turned into a duty And life is now more lifeless than the tomb. I wish we could go back to the beginning I wish that we could buy back yesterday When loving you seemed so to me like winning And then became the price I had to pay. |
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