She was in sad mood,
Feeling for the lover,
who discarded her
For another one,
Had she waeved
A number of dreams
Living him in blissful love,
Sleepless, she mourned
His leaving her,
Like the end of her life,
She pulled on life,
Always lost in thought,
Further along the time,
Forgetting him slightly,
She felt good his leaving,
For her love not returned
And searched for
A better mate to last long.
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