Death! Why have you been so wicked?
You take the soul of my precious love
Four eyes suddenly become two
I cried to the stream
The stream rejects my tears
I clinged to the tree
The tree turned her back on me
Oh! You wicked death!
Tell your victim that he has unfinished job on ground
Please I beg you,
Let him come back for the work
I still need him in my world.
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