| She looked at me
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| And the emptiness in her eyes was cruel to see
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| Then she turned away and said
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| «Once I loved, but love is dead»
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| And I whispered, «Sometimes love is only sleeping»
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| She said, «I cannot cry
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| And I cannot give, or feel, or even try»
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| And her voice was hard and cold
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| Then her sweet young face looked old
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| And I whispered, «Sometimes love is only sleeping»
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| Through the endless days and nights
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| She could not help but wrap herself in sorrow (Sorrow)
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| Through the endless days and nights
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| We waited for a shiny new tomorrow (Tomorrow)
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| Love was sleeping (Sleeping)
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| Sleeping
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| She looked at me
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| And her smiling tears were warm and sweet and free
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| And the moonlight kissed her eyes
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| As it mingled with our sighs
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| And she whispered, «Sometimes love is only sleeping»
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| And she whispered, «Sometimes love is only sleeping»
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| Only sleeping
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| Only sleeping
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| Only sleeping
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| Only sleeping
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| Only sleeping |