O Foreigner Girl, You Do Not Know It...
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O foreigner girl, you do not know it,
How deep is my love for you,
How much do i love you,
I do not know your language, gesture and behaviour
But still love you,
Love and like you,
Your strange meeting!
You are a flower far from here,
Your geographical compulsions different
From that of mine,
Your habit, manner, thinking and feeling
Different from that of mine,
But still I love you,
Unmindful of that.
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