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| ♫ I took him too early. Would you mind? Would you mind... would you mind, if I take you? ♫ | |
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| ♫ The sun seemed bright, the air was clear, the air was clear. A trick of light turns red into green, she saw the light. ♫ | |
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| ♫ Her face was pale, her body smashed, ber beauty's gone... isn't it a shame? ♫ | |
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