| you want to know why i hate you?
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| well i ll try and explain…
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| you remember that day in paris
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| when we wandered through the rain
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| and promised to each other
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| that we d always think the same
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| and dreamed that dream
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| to be two souls as one
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| and stopped just as the sun set
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| and waited for the night
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| outside a glittering building
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| of glittering glass and burning light…
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| and in the road before us stood a weary greyish man
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| who held a child upon his back
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| a small boy by the hand
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| the three of them were dressed in rags
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| and thinner than air
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| and all six eyes stared fixedly on you
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| the father s eyes said «beautiful!
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| how beautiful you are!»
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| the boy s eyes said
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| «how beautiful!
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| she shimmers like a star!»
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| the child s eyes uttered nothing
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| but a mute and utter joy
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| and filled my heart with shame for us at the way we are
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| i turned to look at you
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| to read my thought upon your face
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| and gazed so deep into your eyes
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| so beautiful and strange
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| until you spoke
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| and showed me understanding is a dream
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| «i hate these people staring
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| make them go away from me!»
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| the father s eyes said «beautiful!
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| how beautiful you are!»
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| the boy s eyes said
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| «how beautiful! |
| she glitters like a star!»
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| the child s eyes uttered nothing
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| but quiet and utter joy
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| and stilled my heart with sadness
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| for the way we are…
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| and this is why i hate you
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| and how i understand
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| that no-one ever knows or loves another
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| or loves another |