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I hjärtat fins ett rum, ett rum som bara är för dig.
Var jag än tar plats, så finns du här hos mig.
I ran with swords of steel in hand, Till nothing less could save my land, But when I saw u sittin` there, My sorrow left and love could care, U healed my wounds so I would se, That war was not the way to be, And from that day that I got free, From hell and other missery, I found that nothing else could cure, Wounds so good as love so pure.
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