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Wind storm, comes the sound
From the stars my dark has come
You've gone from me
Whoa, tragedy
Mmm, tragedy
Whoa, come back.
Help me here
Call me my love, love
Be sincere
You've gone, you've gone
You've gone from me
Whoa, tragedy
Whoa, tragedy
Like smoke from a fire
Of love, love, love
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Our dreams have all gone
A fire
Ooo-oo-oo-ooh
Blown by wind
Kissed by snow
All that's left is the dark
We know you've gone from me
Whoa-oo-oo-oo-o-o-hy
Tragedy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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