This crazy lover will leave your company.
The moss will leave while the candle remain lighted.
I was not allowed to speak out my tale of sorrows.
How will he live without your love?
He will leave with tales of grief and pain.
Many more flowers of love will bloom here.
You will find many more lovers.
The dear ones will stay here and the stranger will leave.
The crazy lover will leave your company.
The moss will leave while the candle will remain lighted.
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