Here i stand in this cold night,
Listening to the breeze brushing my hair,
In the eerie silence of this night,
I could hear your voice in the air.
It is the voice i heard a few months ago,
The voice which belonged to a beautiful girl,
To hear it i would risk everything and go,
To the farthest ends of this world.
The memories of the happiest moments i spent with you,
Are the only treasures I cherish,
From the golden era of my life,
Which was wasted madly in love,
Everything was well and good,
Untill u left me with a broken heart.
You gave me pain even the hell cant afford,
You made me shed tears even the mighty oceans cant offer,
And yet here i stand in this cold night,
Thinking about you,
Mourning to the moon...
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