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Blessed was me,
Being a part of that highest peak unknowingly...
The peak from which the rivers originate,
Flowing and flowing they reach to the sea...
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Cutting me down for that ugly rest,
Bringing down from me that pretty nest
Stripping out the leaves of mine,
Down and down with that blade's canine
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Hopping and jumping,
From the schools did we come...
From humans,
Monkeys we did become...
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Innocence slept within her,
Didn't like to pretend...
Zestful was the nature,
I just hoped it would never ever end...
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My love was like a broken star,
Never knew it would go so far...
troublemaker for her I started to become,
Heart was broken and was behind the bar...
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No weapons and no property,
Imagine how the world would be
No fights and no war,
Which make the relationships sour
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With that ugly love the girl started to pretend,
The nerves of mine started to bend...
Was so much lost into the thoughts of that devil,
That slowly my happiness came to an end...
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With such love and care,
The shrub of my love grown...
As the seeds were pure,
And into the deep of the heart they were sown...
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Leaving those sweet eyes,
And leaving that sweet era...
I just wanna tell you all,
A last sayonara
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Fingers were crossed when,
I saw her for the first time...
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Far away from my heart,
To the beneath where there still lies a pain...
Each moment of mine says,
Yes, I want to live with you again...
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Buried me into that love pit,
That love was simply made for myself to lit...
Unfortunately my love was so much great,
That great which was unable to fit in that ugly pit...
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Into The Laps Of The Nature...

Blessed was me,
Being a part of that highest peak unknowingly...
The peak from which the rivers originate,
Flowing and flowing they reach to the sea...

This productive nature became so warm,
Slowly I started becoming less calm...
Started to fall like a beam of light,
That mountain was unable to protect me stretching its arm...

Sometimes towards the left,
Sometimes towards the right...
Even the creator could not imagine,
To prevent the separation how did I fight...

Rolling down I remembered my past days,
When I was washed with the first drops of rain...
Huge tumbler like was I,
The reign of mine was wiped off in pain...

Into the banks of the river,
Was situated my future...
But I had no sorrows with me,
'Coz I knew that I will be in the laps of the nature...

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