Once in every life,
Someone comes along.
And you came to me,
It was almost like a song.
You are in my arms,
Right where you belong.
And we were so in love,
It was almost like a song.
January through December,
(We had such)
We had such a perfect year.
(But the flame)
But the flame became a dying ember,
All at once.
You weren't here.
Now my broken heart,
Cries for you each night,
And it's almost like a song,
But it's much too hard to write.
It's too hard to write.

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