Singing a song,
Standing in the rain.
No one is here to listen this one,
But this is a song for one, who was my beloved,
Standing in a bower
Finally found shelter from shower
But can't get shelter of love,
And can't still stand mum,
So singing a song for one, who was my beloved,
Still I am drowning in her love
And found amazing, the flow of her love
But still I am thirsty, still I am keen
This Thirst for love making me weak.
So singing a song for one who was my beloved,
Only and only I can drown in her love.
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