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It worries me this kind of thing How you hope to live alone And occupy your waking hours We're taking sides again I just wept I couldn't understand Why you started this again Every day you send me more What makes it worse is this plan of yours To ensure I don't forget I'd write and tell you that I've burnt them all But you never send me your address And I've kept them anyway So don't ask me if I think it's true That communication can bring hope to those Who have gone their separate ways
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