The old man turned to me and asked
How many friends have you...

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Why do we have to part while the love is still...
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If I can endure for this minute
Whatever is happening to me...

Why do we have to part while the love is still...
Why do we have to suffer...

Every time you look at me a part of me dies
I know that there's someone else I can see it in...

As I travel down life's path,
It's hard to know which way to go...

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