Dear Words
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Dear words
Oh no, dear words
I have work
Please rush to my rescue
I have no clue
I can't express
On the face
But believe
I have nothing with me to prove
I become restless
When not see you at this place
I see you from distance
And wait for lively chance
I wish happy birthday
As I feel it is unique way
To wish progress in long journey
I seek your happiness in prayer from an almighty
I want to seek your hand
And speak
In earnest
And wish you all the best
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