Once the sky shone sweet and clear
Once no smile was not from a friend
But now, 'My Dear'One''-
once come, now gone-
We can never repeat these smiles again.
The starts, the stops-
The lives we lived
They bordered on a dream.
But the nights- no longer our bower-cove-
Yes, the nightmares now begin.
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