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There's a sense of longing in me |
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As I read Rosemary's letter |
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Her writing's honest |
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Can't forget the years she's lost |
| [01:30.85] |
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In isolation |
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She talks about her love |
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And as I read |
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I'll die alone |
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I know she was aching |
| [01:57.46] |
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| [02:20.26] |
There's a certain detail seen here |
| [02:25.19] |
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| [02:28.12] |
The pen must have slipped to the side |
| [02:34.17] |
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| [02:37.79] |
And left a stain |
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| [02:43.16] |
Next to his name |
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| [02:45.59] |
She knew he was gone |
| [02:51.35] |
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| [02:53.22] |
And isolation |
| [02:56.52] |
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| [02:57.77] |
Is all that would remain |
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The wound in me is pouring out |
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To rest on a lover's shore |
