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[sestra_kerry]

Up in my lonely room
When I'm dreaming of you
Oh what can I do?
I still need you, but
I don't want you now...

Every day I recognise
What's deceased and what's alive
Don't repeat what I just said
Until gold has turned to lead
And all the tales will be told
Whilst you and I are in the cold
But don't think this is the end
'Cause it's just begun my friend
When it's done
And all this is gone
Just find the feeling
Pass it on

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