Let your lips voice to call me now ,
don't torture me so much for your love.
Already my life is embarrasing,
Don't burn me like candle.
Should not happen, my remains is embarrassed also,
In every thread of your breath, I am hidden,
I reside in every lyric of your heart beat,
Just lower your eyelids, my heart throb !
Just lower your eyelids, my heart throb !
You will weep if I am gone,
Bowl of your heart will be wet for ever
don't finish the One who has finished self for you.
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