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This year, oh what's the look this yearIs it the look of things to comeHas it all been said, has it all been doneThe sun upon the seaDid you dress that way for me?This year everyone just stood aroundAnd watched my family tree burn downWatched it crumble on the groundMaking no protesting soundAs if justice was finally foundAnd anything beautifulThat you can contriveHas no desire to surviveThis year the mirror on the wallIt cracked right through the middleAnd spring turned into fallLove is the most beautiful killer of them all From Letras Mania