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As soon as I'm left alone
The devil wanders into my soul
And I pretend to myself
And I pretend to myself
I go out to the old milestone
Insanely expecting you to come there knowing
That I wait for you there
That I wait for you there
Come, come, come here at once
Come, come, on a night with no moon
Because all of my being is now in pining
All of my being is now in pining
What finally cheered me now seems
Insignificant, insignificant
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