He said he never wanted to be me again.
He asked me never to bury him again
None so blind as those who’re on TV.
I see what you scheme
I’ll catch the late train and be stoned tomorrow
Please deceive me,I won’t know
The last chance will be a horror
To have and to mould ntil wrath us do part.
Until the penalty’s stark
It’s better to have loved the dust than never to have loved the balls
Men are in jars, women are in beakers
Never stop before the end
How many men can love me before I fly?
He never!
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How my heart sings 
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