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Left without his mystical sound,
I finally see my drowning crown
And the bravest he felt,
When she smiled at him,
Giving him the simplest pleasure,
Which could rival with the God's garden of Eden alone
I turned around
And walked away in silence
Though the soul inside me broke apart
Though I had an option of staying
But I kept walking
Because I was the reason for him to not smile
And as the nightingale sang above my head
I realised what I have transformed myself to be

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