Oh! My dear I love you so much
Nothing is uttered from my mouth
The spinning situation is as such
Going in the north I go in south
Your face makes my days cheerful
Your mischiefs prove to be a boon
I have to make myself careful
Otherwise you will forget me soon
I have already forgotton my identity
It is you who has given me relief
Only you have got this quality
You may or may not belief.
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