Will I met her ever?
The one with beautiful eyes
Which were blue like silent skies,
Lips were rosy, lips were red
She was came from fairyland.
she set my heart on fire
she was my dream and my desire.
I was crazy for her smile
Now walking lonely along the miles
thinking, will I met her ever.
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