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I see the melancholy in your eyes, You may be smiling, but in your eyes The pain in your past still haunts you.
It’s something so dark, Enchanting and hard to remark From the beginning to the end, Not even the brightest of humans will comprehend.   It’s something so dark, Sung with the dullest spark
I'll stop loving you when the diamonds no longer sparkle and the fire doesn't burn And the water doesn't freeze when the temperature is low When my bones no longer snap And my eyes no longer see
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