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So cold and collected So gathered and calm He ends our life Without a qualm Controlled and centred Sure and strong He detaches himself Like a man from a bomb Sick to my stomach That the man that I loved Ends it this way With such lack of warmth Business is business And the business of love Is clearly an art Not wanting of heart. With one final stroke He's ruined the work. Blinded by sight Blinkered by his thoughts Short sighted and selfish What he wants he wants It's so clear to see from 350 miles away That the love is so weak That he cannot stay So clear- through the clouds And the sea and the sky And the phone calls and snatched love And the 1 hour flights 6 months apart Is all that it takes For a love to be weakened so much that it breaks Then pull the rug from under my feet I'll stand here, in the cold in the street I'm so glad it's clear to you That six months apart is not the cause Of the loss in your heart You are blinded by thought And I hope that your sight...