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Last Plea
Tell me, honey, could you? That you still believe in me. Hold me, darling, would you? The mood came back And now if sleep still evades me. I'll hunt down death And invite her to dinner: My treat. Love me, sweetheart, can't you? Without love, life loses meaning. Stay with me, darling, won't you? After all the past We wrote down together You can't let me slip away Into despair all over again Don't let go.
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