You are you are my lover Lady Chatterley
Very erotic, very scary
You make me happy for a very long time
You give me a thousand roses
You promise me a thousand things
But happiness bores me
And what's more, flowers make me want to die
Spring makes me gloomy
Roses make me gloomy
No, I don't like flowers
And what's more, I don't like happiness
Love still, what's the point
What's the point? ...

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