The world changes day by day,
Some things grow..
And some things die.
Excepting you and me,
why is this happening lady? .
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look at the minutes,
how they are going fast,
which it is now,
soon will be a past,
look then, or don't you see?
Why is this happening lady? .
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You think our love is a game,
And laugh at me, if i blame,
Mustn't, t you stop the play?
why is this happening lady? .
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