No More Me

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I did not know When did I slip to go? I found myself helpless Not able to control in any case He too was sincere Not afraid with any fear He disclosed it many times I was loosing to him this time Yes I will not object When he may come near and react I shall resist no more He will smile and feel no sore Oh god, what was happening? I was really shining My face was getting uplift There was clear shift It was no more me I was not free The lovely bird out in open The change was sudden I shall chirp And keep Melody with tune That shall be heard and seen

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