{part 1}
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TARA: I m under your spell.
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God, how can this be?
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Playing with my memory.
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You know I ve been through hell.
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Willow, don t you see?
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There ll be nothing left of me.
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TARA: You made me believe.
GILES: Believe me, I don t want to go,
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TARA: And it ll grieve me cause I love you so.
GILES:And it ll grieve me cause I love you so.
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TARA: But we both know...
GILES:But we both know...
{part 2}
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GILES: Wish I could say the right words
TARA: Wish I could trust that it was
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GILES: To lead you through this land.
TARA: just this once but I must
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GILES: Wish I could play the fa-ther
TARA: do what I must. I can t ad-just to this
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GILES: And take you by the hand.
TARA: dis-gust. We re done and I just
