After we say good-bye this time,
we may only meet in dreams...
Quite like dried up flowers
sometimes turn up in books...
Go, search for loyalty
among troubled and lost people...
These rare jewels will possibly
be found among these and no where...
You are not God,
and neither is my love divine...
When the two are human,
then why the need to hide behind veils....
Bring other troubles of this world,
and mix with the pain of your beloved....
Intoxication mounts up, just like
on mixing different drinks together...
After we say good-bye this time,
we may only meet in dreams...
Quite like dried up flowers
sometimes turn up in books...
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