| You know as well as I that even beauty has to die
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| And beauty is a bed of joy where we two lovers lie
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| And these moments may just be
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| A flash in the frying pan, «You see, nothing lasts» is what you said to me —
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| it’s what we both believe
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| And I know you’ve a lover back at home but it pleases me just to be alone with
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| you — you said you felt it, too
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| And must I bid you adieu?
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| Is your Irish song to take leave soon?
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| Is it fear that will take your lips away?
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| It’s a problem that we grasp in between the laughter
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| But you say «Hey, forget it. |
| We’ll solve it after.»
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| When you climb on top of me it makes it easier to see that delight is a fair
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| maiden, and I shall not darken thee
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| And even when I am fatigued in fact, I’d say especially, it’s then that you
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| will melt my melancholy
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| And it ain’t so strenuous to see that you just might be even drowsily, mine
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| But must I, with this aching pleasure nigh, fear that your soul will go away?
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| It’s a problem that we’ve yet to master
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| But you say «Hey, forget it. |
| We’ll solve it after.»
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| But eventually I’ll have to leave despite how I dread to leave you be;
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| that bed of ours is so serene — it is quite a scene
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| But even scenes, however long they seem, have to cease to be, «You see,
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| nothing lasts,» is what you said to me — it’s what we both believe
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| But for a moment can we just see
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| What it’s like to leave the world be
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| And must I put aside this dream?
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| Is it fear that will take your words away?
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| It’s a problem that we grasp as our hearts beat faster
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| But you say «Hey, forget it. |
| We’ll solve it after» |