she fell form her life
In some other life
Still she bloomed
At her last Adieu
Wasn't she a love
Without any prognosis in this life
Lighting lantern of love at her last
Nobody noticed her sacrificed
Nobody noticed her graced of life
How she lived- - till her last breath of her life
Blooming love of perfume in life
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