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Today, I will be gone,( ~7 l N4 ?$ m9 c4 n0 g
with the fully packed trunk
; Z; k0 \: ?: t/ g" f+ uand my empty mind.( V8 `5 C1 h0 i8 c
& d$ y6 N7 } aToday, I will be gone,
* i$ L- M: \$ r1 I6 J) F0 Whoping my hurt and pain
2 a+ g9 v( _9 V. h( ?left behind.
% |7 u/ Y4 \- QFinally I will walk out of your shade9 x- G/ I+ E1 X; P
as far as I can.% L) W$ R5 r8 ], x0 K/ l
But why?
. B# T$ d4 i, k0 H+ i1 Lbitter pride is still nearby.
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Love is a magic word,
2 B( Q4 v# @! w/ R+ f2 j6 R, obut it never plays magic for me
; e% r0 q7 Y0 I# m- zeven though I try and try" y5 l4 R3 s* A' ?' ^/ E/ b. f
! }9 K; G- Z! y, e) h& SToday, I will be gone
6 ~& [0 N' h/ P7 q) H) q; T6 whoping you will still have my image
) ]2 y2 C' j0 g* W' Safter years pass by |
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