A time of early desire
I feel I really aspire
Your face is only I require
Feels like world I have conquer
The only and only dream
Without which I often scream
Sometimes I have burn my hand
As no one is as beautiful on this land
You are the only one which I feel
The most pristine and I seal
Coz life may retain
But you can't be regain
To die with you is all I yearn
An afterlife after the social burn.
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