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Pride of place amongst your skin
I move around and look within, for love, for love
Cry for me awhile
Gasping hold that cuts my stem, falling cold and
Falling dead again too cold, too cold
Cry for me awhile
Fire caught upon your lips you never taste in narrow sips
And sighs, and sighs
Cry for me awhile
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