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These are my hands
But what can they give me?
These are my eyes
But they cannot see
These are my arms
But they don't know tenderness

And I must confess
That I am usually drawn to sadness
And loneliness has never been
A stranger to me

(...)


These are my lips
But they whisper sorrow
This is my voice
But it's telling lies
I know how to laugh
But I don't know happiness

And I must confess
Instead of spring, It's always winter
And my heart has always been
A lonely hunter

(...)

(Madonna - "Love Tried to Welcome Me")