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| Your Love Never Left Me |
| Your love never left me, |
| I hungered and thirsted |
| in the treacherous, dark night. |
| My soul was a stranger, my soul was silent, |
| my soul was shattered... |
| And my hands were handcuffed, |
| I was without tobacco or sleep, |
| but your love never left me... |
| Translated by Richard McKane |
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