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"Last time I saw you We had just split in two. You were looking at me. I was looking at you. You had a way so familiar, But I could not recognize, Cause you had blood on your face; I had blood in my eyes. But I could swear by your expression That the pain down in your soul Was the same as the one down in mine. That's the pain, That cuts a straight line Down through the heart; We called it love.
[..]It was the sad story How we became Lonely two-legged creatures, It's the story of The origin of love. That's the origin of love." |