How could I meet You
O my dear, I apprehended
Lest the secret might be
Disclosed.
What is our relations
Who knows, O my dear
I pondered to the puzzle
With no union no separation.
Grief is a mistake
O my dear, serenity
Is mystery and here
I have my serfdom.
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