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How does it feel, my dear, well I'm a lie,
I'm dead, for you, I'll never die,
I leave what's left, what drowns in tears,
the ages within our years.
How does it feel, my darling, did you cry,
goodbye, I try, but angels die,
they see me darken, passing by
and leave, dries up my weary eye.