Once, rudeness was her nature!
She was bad but still I didn't leave her! !
I dealt in the best way I could handle!
But my love she didn't want to smell
Love is not to see but to feel!
Love is not at the top of the hill! !
Somehow she turned so brutal!
Blind, arrogant and sentimental! !
She was good to me only in her Spring!
In rainy season she was a different being! !
Once, rudeness was her nature!
She was bad but still I didn't leave her! !
Once, rudeness was her nature!
She was bad but still I didn't leave her! !
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