How can I love you
In this time of struggles
To survive and to have a good life
How can I meet you
When work sucks away my time
When life has nothing to celebrate
How can I call you
There is no place to meet
No flower, no fragrance, no park
And garden and no privacy
Life has become hell
A machine to grind happiness
And squeezes out drums of tears
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