Every day I feel your love's wind blows my soul pains.
Seeing my doting tied into the torso by chains.
Once, listening to birds cry.
Coz my luck how much was sly.
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In my garden different kinds of woes, a fountain full of tears, grief spreads around the ground and a big tree bears mope and sob in every single branch.
All of them have grown in part of my life's land, Since I felt you and try to touch you by my hand.
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The dark come and my tears on the papers seep
My ache draws wishes, child dreams I feel them weep
Beautiful days carry my love's funeral with everything I keep
Faith buries my doting in a dusky grave and very deep
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