Your tresses often flow
Go haywire in the air
To set them right in pretense
Perhaps you will come back to see me
I keep awake all night waiting for you
Afraid that people would not like in the day
Perhaps you will come back at night to see me
The threshold of my door is a witness to me
For the long hours I wait there to see if you'd visit me
Like me the whole household now hopes
Perhaps you will come back to see me
I often go and visit the places where we used to meet
I relive my past there and wonder if you do the same
And perhaps would come back running to be with me...
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