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You make me feel like a helpless lass,
Who has lost her way in the forest,
Left alone to moan and fuss
Wandering jadedly without any rest.
You make me feel like a departed cloud
Which has lost its route in the sky,
Your sound of silence wails loud
Making my deprived heart cry.
You make me feel like a vagrant
Who has lost his destination
You think you are my tyrant
Yet you blame me for your declination?
You make me feel like a slave
Who has lost everything to his master,
Despite me being so rave
You treat me as a disaster?
You make me feel like a dried up rose,
Which has lost its sweet smell,
Never ever do you come close,
Making my life colorless and pale.
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