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In the wee small hours of the morning
Mood indigo
Glad to be unhappy
I get along without you very well
Deep in a dream
I see your face before me
Can't we be friends ?
When your love has gone
What is this thing called love
Last night when we were young
I'll be around
Ill wind
It never entered my mind
Dancing on the ceiling
I'll never be the same
This love of mine

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