| We cried with songs, laughed with songs,
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| We parted in songs, we were sad in songs,
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| Life in songs, death in songs, no matter what,
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| Oh, let these songs go blind,
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| Don't squint like that,
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| Let the little mountains stand still,
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| I had already forgotten you, long ago
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| Oh, let these songs be blind,
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| If you're beautiful, you're beautiful, don't you look alike,
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| Buds are the first state of all roses,
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| I wouldn't remember your face, your hands,
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| Oh, let these songs be blind,
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| You have a smile that frowns,
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| Your warmest words are like scolding,
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| Would I ever be tied up like kids
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| Oh, let these songs be blind,
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| Finally, I put salt on my heartache,
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| You put many mountains, nice, don't search,
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| There is to leave you and go, but,
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| Oh, let these songs be blind,
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| Finally I put salt on my heartache
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| Nice mountains you put, nice, don't call
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| There is to leave you and go, but
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| Oh let these songs go blind |