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Oh but for lies there is not truth.
But for the wretched, the saints
know only the sad empty prayers of sinners.
Pain is the burden I bear for the memory
of your dead love, and the dead loves
of all the lovers you never knew I knew.
Oh but for lies, there was no us.
But for my wretched heart,
know, only joy in the memory of your eyes
and every summer day we dared to foolish love.
But for the wretched, the saints
know only the sad empty prayers of sinners.
Pain is the burden I bear for the memory
of your dead love, and the dead loves
of all the lovers you never knew I knew.
Oh but for lies, there was no us.
But for my wretched heart,
know, only joy in the memory of your eyes
and every summer day we dared to foolish love.
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