| Hear this song my love, let it be the thorn
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| That pierces through the rose
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| The past doesn’t forgive a trouble
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| For tomorrow sinks in its sorrow…
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| A hundred years from now, dear
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| We shall not care at all
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| It will not matter then, dear
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| The honey you’ve all (?)
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| The song we sang together, dear
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| It will not mean no more
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| They’re words upon a page, dear
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| These days of sorrow and row
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| A 100 years from now, my dear
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| We shall not care at all
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| For it will not matter then, my dear
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| If we’ve ever loved at all (?)
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| And the lonesome songs we sang together
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| Were the words upon a page
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| The meaning of them
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| Long forgotten
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| A 100 years from now
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| A 100 years from now, dear
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| We shall not care at all
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| It will not matter then, dear
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| The honey you (?)
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| The song we sang together dear
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| It will not mean no more
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| Words upon a page dear
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| Them words upon a page dear
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| These days of sorrow and row |