| Can you still remember how it all began?
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| With clipper ships and pink electric trees,
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| Dawnlight on a skyline bridges span,
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| Street light on a rooftop memory.
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| Then it was me and spring came,
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| Playing a song of spring rain,
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| A melody in your name.
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| Night now comes much bluer than it used to be.
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| The pink nun sings much sadder than before.
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| She sings that sometimes things arent what they
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| Seem to be, like moons reflected on the sixteenth floor.
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| Love is no more, its ended.
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| Paper and pins wont mend it;
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| Even the moon pretended.
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| There must be a reason, oh, there must be one.
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| Keep your answers, let me find my own.
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| Where do pretty stories get their endings from
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| If loving always leaves you all alone?
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| Kisses have shown me sorrow;
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| Love is a throne to borrow;
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| Pay for the loan tomorrow |