One year has passed, yet you are still precious to me.
I couldn't get past you or my love for you.
I love you, how could I burn up our history. It has got our temples, newspapers, cups of coffee and corners.
We were very childish in our behavior
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AFTER ONE YEAR.... Yep, one year is over What use now waiting for July Four Or August Fifteen for that matter And why at all your Nine September Waiting for rains, rains will not come We need our Hour of Freedom. Rainbow is receding farther and farther Now even August you do not remember What more exams you need to appear When you are already a Certified 'Pro'? Come this June, my love Let us make it on Fourth At least the taking of Oath Yes, flowers can wait And so can the rains And the cutting of cakes With the cherries can wait But let us meet at least on Fourth.