我爱她。她的每一种死。每一种尖锐和撕裂。
　　
　　It was a terrible thing,it was a terrible thing
　　To see her dying,inside,to see her dying.
　　
　　Won't you come out and play the games we played.
　　Won't you speak out,and say the things you'd say.
　　
　　The lady loved her gold,the lady lost her soul.
　　
　　Do you remember the things we used to do
　　Do you remember the way it was for you
　　
　　It was a terrible thing,it was a terrible thing to see her dying inside,to see her die.

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