In
The end
We'll pretend
We're yet to start
Story of our heart
Which we don't comprehend;
Never mind about our past
What we have now will be gone fast
This life of lust without attachment...
Soon we'll depart with our own consent
Someone else will be here to stay
Not single word we will say
As if we've never met;
Though we won't forget
We won't regret -
We'll pretend
Till the
End...
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