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As the world turns around, day passes by
As time goes by waiting is so long Is it the same as the mind is always hanged up? Did the heart suffers whenever I remember you? While alone I am thinking, At the start of our closeness You gave my life it's color and turns in more merrier Asking my self did I really love you? Is it love can be learned ? Or is it just growing without noticing? Every beat of the heart is meaningful I love you, it's the reason Is it longing does'nt have it's end Why does everytime my mind is crazed? The only answers to these questions Expect my dear, You're the Reason.....
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