The sun is shining for the first time in days,
As I walk along my daily path,
Your jet-black hair with a hint of gleam
All the hearts around me flew to you
I hold mine close, I hold mine dear
But whither can I run? Whither can I fly?
I'm fighting to keep you out of my head
The threatening clouds are back in the sky
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