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Dear, dear, were they really sad for me?
Dear, dear, will they really laugh at me?

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Was it love, or was it the idea of being in love?
Or was it the hand of fate that seemed to fit just like a glove?

And who knows which is which, and who is who?

1

Is this the way it has always been?
Could it ever have been different?

2

Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?