Lost Chance
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Yes window may bring in
With melody to sing
The birds may chirp on branches
To make it beautiful on every inches
Yes memory is filled
With deep hole drilled
In heart
To feel the part
She has departed
And parted
With lot many things to remember
And go down with her
We are eager
To hear
Her voice again
As we are now in pain
She may sing again
With same plain
Language with sweet voice
That shall have echo with promise
She may not be back
But we shall be packed
With her remembrance
As lost chance
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