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She was sweet and seventeen |
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first time from home |
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he was a stranger |
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to her and in the town |
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where they |
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first met |
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in a club in Paris |
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long time ago |
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This is how the fairy-tale begins |
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a tale of true love |
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She'd changed into an angel |
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shining wisdom and love |
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when they met again |
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she'd chosen him to be |
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her first man |
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the first time |
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in tenderness |
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and warmth |
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And then they felt real love |
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as it's meant to be |
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so deeply, so true |
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universal and free |
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without a thought |
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of distrust |
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together |
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they grew |
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This is how the fairy-tale goes on |
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a tale of true love |
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He never thought that this could change |
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she was a dream come true |
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he made her a woman |
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she'd healed his wounds |
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so their minds |
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and their hearts |
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and bodies |
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were one |
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But the gods have chosen |
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another destiny |
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and after several years |
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she knew, she had to go |
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and left him |
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cause angels |
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are free |
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like the wind |
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Since then, they're separated |
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still there's this love they had |
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even though they've taken |
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separate ways |
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they belong |
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together |
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forever |
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and always |
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This is a tale of |
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real love |
