Back Again

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I slipped into memory For those days of agony There was only sorry to express As shine had disappeared on face It reminded me also of hard days When her absence was felt far away When she used to come and smile everyday I was at her service for most of the day Those were the golden moments When I sued to feel no absence She was almost there for rest of the time Suddenly misfortune struck before time She picked some wrong sense I was pushed to corner and made tense It was her style to remain at the bay Keep no contact in oblivion all the way Some of her utterances were really ringing Like melodious voice to trouble me while imagining She will come and invade my memory any time I will then remain puzzled for more of the time I prayed god not to take her away At least from making contact even after long way It had nothing to do with love affairs It was purely an attachment and looked fair too I will call her a magic queen Literary figure not commonly seen She was rising star and my first acquaintance I considered my self as happiest person to have her by chance She resurfaced all of sudden with misgivings For all along years I was honestly craving She did all sorts of complaints but finally agreed I was back again in game as fortune had provided me with lead

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