I have lost the chance
Of getting a life of love
As she no more lives near me
My day will be dull
When in the morning I
Come out and to her I can't see
I don't know she will
Miss me and shed a drop
Of tear thinking about our love
She will be mine or not
I will always keep her ever
In my heart as a treasure trove
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