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There will be no more sighing, No more crying, No more blues, For you. No more running around, No more wearing a frown, No more getting down, For you. There will be no more calling, No more falling, No more longing, For you. No more holding, No more kissing, No more hugging, For you. But I want you to know, No matter how long I live, Or how many dreams come true, I'll keep dying, A little more each day, For you.
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