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They knew that we have loved each other,
They could see how hard it was, But none of them would ever bother To understand the two of us. They tore this love to many pieces, Shared the little souvenirs And kept the crumbs of our kisses And the fragments of the years. They know details and they discuss The words you say, the things I do... The noisy crowd has stolen us And spread the story like a flu. So now I hear your poignant name The others shoot into the air. They spell this love without an aim While we have kept it like a prayer. They sucked the flavor out of it And killed this love with no regret. That's why we never even greet; They mustn't know we won't forget.
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