Looking back now
I only wish I had been kinder
Did I ever know love, did I ever know love?
And could I have been blinder?
Don't hold back all your love for someday
I would say that I'm sorry if it would do any good
But to never regret means you have to forget
and I don't think that I could
Don't say words that you don't mean
When I'm gone, please, speak well of me
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