| they, like you and me, are inseparable,
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| and if they do not merge together,
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| then the words lie, but the music is right.
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| Well, what else will hug you so gently,
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| so deep into the bottom of the soul will look,
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| will beckon, call and not deceive,
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| and understand all sorrows to the end?
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| Ah, don't look for a crack in love,
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| do not check the bricks for strength,
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| otherwise it will happen, as if on purpose,
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| out of fear your fears will come true.
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| Well, look fate in the eyes,
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| you will see only what you want.
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| From faith to doubt, the path is shorter,
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| much, oh, shorter than back.
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| xs.
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| Ah, do not let jealousy on the threshold,
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| she is both insatiable and omnivorous.
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| And you disappeared when you said: “Okay!
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| Let's check the suspicions, at least once ... "
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| Doubt the devil is dexterous and cunning,
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| quenched again burns suffering,
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| and do not seek to hear excuses,
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| they are logs in the same fire.
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| Well, no need, let the carefree chant
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| soothe the soul and relieve the pain.
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| Fear with love they are always near,
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| it means you love, if so with you.
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| Ah, do not share the word with the music,
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| ah, don't look for a crack in love... |