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I wish I could say no regrets,
And no emotional debts,
Cause as we kiss goodbye the sun sets,
So we are history,
Your shadow covers me,
The sky above a blaze that only lovers see,
He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in your grey,
In this blue Shade,
My tears dry on their own.
Amy Winehouse, "Tears Dry on Their Own."
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