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On the stage we are
Enjoy, struggle and regret
According to scene.
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I tattooed
your name
onto my arm
your love
into my mind
And wanted you
to sit close to me
I tried to find
myself in your eyes
Holding you fast
In my arms
promised you
that I would never
let you down
To be different
from the world
You became violin
in the evil's hand
You found my world
useless and valueless
Crowds surrounded
to applaud you
to praise you
To consider yourself
the best of all
To caused me pain
to make me regret
to compel me apologize
You kept changing
As seven different
colours of rainbow
Now deflowered,
useless and dry
You say you gonna die
When you’re already
dead in my mind.

Diffent people have different view on love, *** and marriage. This poem is satire to those who look for a stick, when they are alone, in later part of their life.
Pretty white heron
People worship black crows here
No colour works now.
O my past youth, come
I have date with an angel
Tonight at midnight
Let's sit and wait her together
Under chrysanthemum hedge.
Seaguls are flying
Javed and Nora are no more
To see the surging tides
The two broken boats are now
Buried deep in the dry sand.
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Tonight snow flakes fall
With thy beautiful blue eyes
In the crescent moon
Thou shalt see me in white hat
Upon thy lonely planet.
Sing, sing O my love
I am thy immortal song

In thy tears and smiles
I dwell free without limit
In thy tongue between thy lips.
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