Where the hell did you go, my love?
What was your purpose of leaving?
Now i'm watching flying away that dove,
flying away to another meeting.
And there it anxiously goes
Away there goes my last hope
I feel a little tears on my nose
To wipe them off i might need a little soap.
Not because of all the dirtiness
This time i meant my sorrow
Inside i feel real emptiness
Because i'll never see you tomorrow.
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