I am not doing fine,
You know, the star in the sky
Of my love has lost the shine;
In the dark alley of life,
I have made a habit of dying
Several deaths like a dry leaf;
The moon looked pale
Flower of my true love has
Lost its shine and gone stale
I need you just now
To keep myself alive; with a
Hope my soul will ever glow
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