All beings perish
Question arises
Who is here
That does not perishes
They said it is love
You are my love
You are my verse
And I bat to verse
It is my commerce
Beyond all
I recall
Question of perjury
Does not arise
Where there is true love
And my dear, I am here
Only for you.
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