My Lost Love
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Lost Love,
I still think of you
As I have not you,
Whenever I think you
And the memories of yours
Sadden me,
Tears well up in the eyes
And fall down
In your remembrance,
I try to wipe them out
Hiding from the world
So that it may not mark
And keep burning like a candle
Melting and melting!
Is this called love,
Is this love, Lost Love,
Is love the name of burning
And waiting for?
Bu şiiri puanla
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