You made me lunatic life became gloomy
Lunatic on ruined state world laments loudly
False love is more painful than killer disease
Toning hair lunatic utters word of series
Alas! Young life is chained up
So, memory tower sings of glories of past
Friend, return at least once- where you may be.
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