The years, my dear one, have all swiftly passed,
Some faded, astray, most happy, all fast,
But we've stayed both still, in a mad carousel
And cherished it all, and enjoyed it, my belle...
'If always, forever to love is a sin, '
-I give me the answer I sense from within
When asking myself, upon what do I dwell-
'I'll see you in hell...'
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