The tears have dried up,
the frown is gone,
my head's stopped aching,
it's the heart that's burnt.
The idea seems bad
it's almost hard to believe,
but it's for you to be happy
that love must leave.
Hearts and minds fighting all the time,
all keep saying that love is a crime,
crushed or squashed, love will overpower,
it's like the fragrance of a flower...
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