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when love whips with its sweet pangs

when love whips with its sweet pangs
i whither like infant moon fallen
in this night from sky of hope,
nay able to even shed
a drop of tear for his beloved sky.
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when separation kills brutally each dream,
i beg like a beggar maid here
whose hands were erased by her lover lord
with a promise of a life in palace of smiles
and left on sands of this crowded street.

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