Glaring at me...
My beautiful hours
in the evening of doom
Staying without me
I think I can't attend
somewhere closer to me
Why your hand in his hand
My heart is saying different
Why your sight in eyes
my heart still is reviewing
Why my hours are beautiful
BUT, My evening is doomed
I spent all and all for you
Why you can't uplift me up
For, just want fly like a bird
But I have no wings like a bird
I just want to touch the sky
Why? I remained still on the ground
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