| In my heart, the old love struggled with the new
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| It was ghostly waking, up all night through
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| In my heart, the old love struggled with the new
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| It was ghostly waking, up all night through
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| Dear things, kind things
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| That my old love said
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| Ranged themselves
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| So reproachfully
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| Round and round, around my bed
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| Round and round, around my bed
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| Round and round, around my bed
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| Round
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| In my heart, the old love struggled with the new
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| It was ghostly waking, up all night through
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| But I could not heed them, for I seemed to see
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| Dark eyes of my new love wholly fixed on me
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| Old love, old love
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| How can I be true
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| Shall I be faithless
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| To myself or to you
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| Old love, old love
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| How can I be true
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| Shall I be faithless
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| To myself or to you
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| In my heart, the old love struggled with the new
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| It was ghostly waking, up all night through
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| In my heart, the old love struggled with the new
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| It was ghostly waking, up all night, night through
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| In my heart, the old love struggled with the new
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| It was ghostly waking, up all night through
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| In my heart, the old love struggled with the new
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| It was ghostly waking, up all night through
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| In my heart, the old love struggled with the new
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| It was ghostly waking, up all night through
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| In my heart, the old love struggled with the new
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| It was ghostly waking, up all night, oh |