Traces of your love
Is still there in my heart
I have kept it as a secret
It is deep in me like a wart
Traces of your love
As a scent lives in my skin
It is there in my eyes
With a color as fading green
Traces of your love
Inside me is pure and deep
In this world or in my grave as
A precious gift I will always keep
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