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There are many those songs Untitled
Who becomes sometimes worthless
May at any other time valuable
Even could be priceless
Anytime anywhere

You Sang many more songs
Tried To twist my mind
Then I never mingled the
Seemed meaningless
Because I was then,
A Bright Student of Economics

I Thought the money,
It took to buy a book of poetry,
Even was a price to listen a music
You told me that you love me
I thought that has a big price,
Even would be too expensive
But not to be out of my capacity

25 years later,
Today I think
It was the price of everything,
Cause you were
What, too

But Now You are not exist
The price of love grows priceless
However, why did you think
In terms of the size of the economy
Had not all

Why did I not understand
The depth of Economics of Love
Cause,
I didn't understand that Love Song,
Didn't understand that Love Poetry

So that Today,
I'm trying to count  
The Price of Priceless Love,
Alone, In Such a  Low Valentine day
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
He counts the real price of love,
25 Years Later in a Low Valentine Day
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I'm not in a
"relationship",
I'm sharing
My single life
With someone
special.
Voice
Eyes
Face
Fade
Fades
Fading
Away from me
Desperation shows through
Shining
Shines
Shine
From me to you
Too soon
Lying
Lies
Truth
Too many times
Too many ways
Life
Lives
Living
Fading
Fades
Fade
­

        O
          u
             t

                                Into space
See.                    I'm.                                
No- ­                     fi-                                   I  
   thi                   ne.                             was
     ng                  I'm.                        up
        is    ­            Go-                   rea-
          wro-          od,                 lly
               ng.      Okay            late.
           I had a snack before I came.
             The.                              I'm
       make.               I'm                Just
up.                          Not         ­         Tired.
Makes.                  Broken                      I    
      ­ Me                                           Don't
           Look.                                 Feel
                   pale.                Well.
                   Yesterday was great
              I just.          I'm            I just
          Had.                Ha-            Like
      A bad.                ppy.               The
Sleep.                                               Style.

These are the threads
Of my web of lies
That I build above your heads
Strenghth ending everyday

My common day lies
Spun like spiders silk
Drifting unbroken in the skies
So plain it stands hidden

Entwined strings of excuses
To form a mask from the world
With a million uses
To fake that I am whole

Because I am the spider
Creeping through the day
Dangling off silk as my web grows wider
Trapping all the flies
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