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- Oh, good. - You sad girl from New York.
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- Yes. - You Liss. You came back.
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- I came back. - You, you, you.
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Me, me, me.
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So long ago we meet.
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Last time, you have too much worry, too much sorrow.
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Last time, you look like sad old woman.
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Now you pretty.
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- Why so different? - Well...
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A lot of things, really.
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But I was in Rome for four months, just feeding myself...
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and then I went to live at an ashram in India.