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My dear wife, seems my life is over
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without you
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I dream of you in every glacial night,
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that I'm alone
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You're so far away from the thundering guns
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round my head - so far
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I feel your tears
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Dropping slowly down on my skin
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I can taste your lips on mine
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Let me kiss you before I must die
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Oh, my love, what has been done to us?
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Or was there anything - I could have done?
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Your tears are the ocean,
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that spends love and hope and faith -
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for my wounded heart - to heal
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I feel your tears
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Drying away off my skin
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The shine within your eyes
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Will soon enlighten my night
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But still I'm fighting
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But still I'm bleeding
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See their dying eyes and suffering
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OH my love, I need to kill
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Believe in me, I promise you,
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I soon will close my arms around you
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But still I'm killing
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And still I'm bleeding
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I suppose to see, there's nothing real
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The answer might once be found in me
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Still I'm Bleeding
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