Something beautiful’s dying;
the last notes of an old song,
the sound of a lover crying
for you as you leave, the wrong
tune on their lips, but still trying,
even if nobody else sings along.
the last notes of an old song,
the sound of a lover crying
for you as you leave, the wrong
tune on their lips, but still trying,
even if nobody else sings along.
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