I see my love letter
In your drops of tear
I am not clear
What for you are here
I am not clear
How far you are dear.
No invitation and nothing
And still I am going
And going to you in the darkness
of broad day light.
It is just some breaks
Under the cover of history
Or it is breviary of life
That is sounding high but not free.
Sympathy in my name
It is said is the other way
To go round and round within You
O my dear, O my love letter.
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