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作曲:Georges Bizet

Love and some such troubles cling like vines to us, my dear. I hide beneath the rubble a weakened seedling growing here the fight, the constant struggle is this the denouement of fear I loved you more amid the blood and gore We fought together (?) Our love goes on and on Toreador I never saw us for what we were or what we had at the same knowledge (?) of how to hurt with the most efficient hand I struck out first but my wound fared worst (?) We fought together Our love goes on and on Toreador I loved you more Toreador I loved you more Toreador I loved you more Toreador I loved you more....

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