It won't do to dream of caramel, to think of cinnamon and long for you...
That can never burn true...
These things begin...
How I would live with myself...
If you don't go...
So goodbye, sweet appetite, no single bite could satisfy...
These things begin...
How I would live with myself...
If you don't go...
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