You have won me over,
With the little changes,
That you make each time I go away and re-appear,
Yours I am, nothing can stop my soul in finding ways.
With others I have merely been polite,
Can it be called playing?
I know you love me too, ain't I right?
You cannot hide no matter how much you keep trying.
Even if the mountains lose dignity,
For you my heart will always ache in this distant city.
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