I become dumb when think about departing of soul my dearer
Difficult to forget that trouble- before soul you leave me never
O dear! Life is in hell- we are in network of illusion
I dress up her who is not mine- day passes with false expectation
Cast net at deep of mind- loveless life obtains nothing
Without you all become messy- candle burns for lighting
You look pretty when remaining in green fancy heaven O! dear.
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