How sad, when first love dies,
Turned to dust, turned to dust,
How sad, when passion dries,
As it must, as it must
How sweet it was, love sighs,
Turned to dust, turned to dust,
How sweet what fate denies,
As it must, as it must
How cruel to miss the prize,
Turned to dust, turned to dust,
How cruel when first love dies,
As it must, as it must
Sometimes it lives...
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