My love all the efforts to bring you back I have tried,
By now my tear gland is empty as a lot I have cried,
All the love we felt for each other you have buried,
For I thought to the next level it will be carried,
All your feeling seem to have dried,
This love we seem to have hurried,
And it reduced the probability of us getting intermarried,
Its you I have always gloried,
But our love has finally miscarried,
By now I have many times out cried,
I now feel utterly worried,
For I am not used to ladies varied,
For I fear for the untried,
And getting remarried,
Our love will be sweeter if refried,
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