How much I wish
Not to be in this rain
And revive the memory
Of our first meeting when
The clouds were
Dark and days were bad
There was death in homes
All are in pain and sad
We talked in a hushed
Tone and showed our love
A chanced meeting and you
Left the world to live in the
Heavenly abode above
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