| No one heard her call his name
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| No one heard a sound she made
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| They wouldn’t have liked it much anyway
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| To know that she still loves him
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| No one understands this love
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| No one ever will
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| Till his dying day not even he himself can change this
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| She loves him still
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| But I miss my friend
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| I miss the sound of his laughter
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| She remembers him saying
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| «Well, where are you going?
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| Oh, just what is it that you are after?»
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| No one understands this man
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| No one ever will
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| Till his dying day not even he himself can change that
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| She loves him still
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| «So how are you?
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| Have you learned to deal with this?»
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| «Oh no"she says
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| «I have not learned
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| You see, I cannot deal without him»
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| And the flame still burns
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| Yes, the flame burns on No one understands this love
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| No one ever will
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| Till his dying day
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| Not even he himself can change that
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| She loves him still
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| No one understands this love
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| No one ever will
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| Till his dying day
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| She was heard to say
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| She loves him still
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| And the sands of time like shattering glass go past her
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| And she still loves him
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| Oh no, they wouldn’t have liked it much anyway
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| But she still loves him
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| And the sands of time like shattering glass go past her
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| Straight back to the sea
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| Straight back to the sea
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| Straight back to the sea |