| Dashing as the day we met
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| Only there is something I don’t recognize
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| Though I cannot name it yet, I know it
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| Beautiful is what you are
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| Only somehow wearing a frightening disguise
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| I can see the winter in your eyes, love, telling me:
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| «Thank you, we’re done here, not much to say
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| We are together but I have had Dividing Day.»
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| So when, when was this day?
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| Was it on the church step?
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| Suddenly you’re out of love
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| Does it go creeping slowly?
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| When was your Dividing Day?
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| I can see the winter in your eyes, love, telling me:
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| «Margaret, we did it, you curtsied, I bowed
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| We are together, but no more love, no more love allowed.»
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| When was dividing day?
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| Was it on the church step?
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| Did it happen right away?
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| Were you lying next to me
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| Hiding what you couldn’t say?
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| How could I have guessed?
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| Was my cheek upon your chest?
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| An ocean away…
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| When was, when was, when was Dividing Day? |