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Bitter tears
they pour, they pour I think of him what for, what for? Loving lips they kiss, they kiss The touch of them I miss, I miss Dreams they seem to know, to know Just where I want to go, to go Legs they move like toys, like toys Let them twirl with boys, with boys How can I be sure, be sure? That you were no more, no more Than tears and dreams and lips and twirls with lots of different, different girls.
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