Man was born to see many
He was born to know few
He was born to love any
She was a dew in his view
Each day by day
His love was getting low
Whe she was away-
Without yes or no
He was alone on his bed
When she arrived in the night
Thinking with his huge head
She prayed for light!
We are friend with benefit
Full with cunning counterfeit.
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