(1)
It must be some disease I have
To feel so lonely like this,
And not for company I see
The others like this, like this,
It only makes more isolate
To see another like this,
Oh nobody like this likes this,
Or likes another like this.
(2)
The greatest love?
The greatest love?
There is no love at all,
What love means is, To speak to me,
Not leave in the cold.
How very cold it is out here,
How bitterly the wind blows,
O Love, why did you dedicate me
To the snows?
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