At the first time when I saw her, in the season of winter
A mere glance at her, made my heart flutter.
Now I let my heart rule my head,
My heart still beats and I am dead.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
I've lost my heart to her, there is no wonder.
I am alive because, picture of angel is still in my mind's eye
I loved her, I still love her, but she left me in the lurch. Why? Why? Why?
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