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Who told that,
What I saw,
Was only a dream?
Who told that,
Whole things with colors
Was the rainbow?
Was it the singing birds?
Was it the musical wind?
Who told these lies?
When I searched you,
While I was alone,
Whispering your name...
You were in my heart,
Your presence was what I longed,
You knew all my dreams.
When you were away,
Whispers of my heart,
Withered as tears.
When I saw you,
Without seeing you,
What I had was love.
At last you came,
And showed me your
Affection...
My dreams came true,
My love bloomed...
Many seasons whispered our love. |
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