we all fall in love,
under an adolescent moon,
soon to part, each his way,
Again in old age, we meet,
and say it is you, only you,
who is in my heart,
what is the use,
In stead if you ever thought
if I ate,
even one plate of rice,
I missed so much of my mind,
when you went away and starved,
if members of lost love can
build a forum, to ensure
that love, lost love, never starve, in stomach,
no need to keep him/her in heart.
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