How nice but how nice it is that I love you
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And being really madly in love
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But how sad I feel that you don't love me anymore
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That for another love as soon as you have forgotten me
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Even if you don't know you never, never, never called my life
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That I'm dying without your kisses little by little of sadness
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That I'm dying to see you again my life
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But you have forgotten me so much that you are not interested
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And with everything and my sadness I taught myself not to forget you
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I taught myself to live without seeing you but without getting used to it
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And although I die every day for your absence, which is pain
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I will die with such a clear conscience for your love
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But how wonderful and what an end my life will have
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That even at that moment and without wanting to say goodbye
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As you are today my life, tomorrow you will be my death
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You are going to be guilty of me dying of love
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How nice but how nice it is that I love you
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And being really madly in love
|
But how sad I feel that you don't love me anymore
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That for another love as soon as you have forgotten me
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Although you never, never, never called my life
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That I'm dying without your kisses little by little of sadness
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That I'm dying to see you again my life
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But you have forgotten me so much that you are not interested
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And with everything and my sadness I taught myself not to forget you
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I taught myself to live without seeing you but without getting used to it
|
And although I die every day for your absence, which is pain
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I will die with such a clear conscience for your love
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But how wonderful and what an end my life will have
|
That even at that moment and without wanting to say goodbye
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As you are today my life, tomorrow you will be my death
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You are going to be guilty of me dying of love
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And with everything and my sadness I taught myself not to forget you
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I taught myself to live without seeing you but without getting used to it
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And although I die every day for your absence, which is pain
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Look I will die with such a clear conscience for your love
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But how wonderful and what an end my life will have
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That even at that moment and without wanting to say goodbye
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As you are today my life, tomorrow you will be my death
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You are going to be guilty of me dying of love |