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She collects medicines in the box where once he had kept his,
Holds out hope the year old Werthers will be gone long before she goes,
So when’s your start and when’s your end,
The slow depart happening again,
The fun-size can you can expect,
It only reflects her want for you,
So when’s your start and when’s your end,
The slow depart happening again,
This is not farewell old dear,
So when’s your start and when’s your end,
The slow depart happening again.