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My heart! she beats for you, I think
she beats and beats and beats for you
i think she beats for you
My dreams! they die for you, I think
for you they die and die and die
for you I think they die.
My heart, oh my heart, beat on
she leaves and still you beat
and on you beat and on
I think
My dreams, linger on, please
for me, linger on and on and on
they linger on for me
I think
My Heart!
My dreams!
She leaves
but they go on.
I think.
she beats and beats and beats for you
i think she beats for you
My dreams! they die for you, I think
for you they die and die and die
for you I think they die.
My heart, oh my heart, beat on
she leaves and still you beat
and on you beat and on
I think
My dreams, linger on, please
for me, linger on and on and on
they linger on for me
I think
My Heart!
My dreams!
She leaves
but they go on.
I think.
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