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Your turn
It shows real bond
That exists none to second
One feels it in absence
And makes really tense
Why do we miss?
Morning bliss
Or cuckoos sweet voice
It is hard choice
No one must go away
And stay
For longer period from loved one
It should happen with none
Love is pure domain
And must remain
Within control
And response should come with one call
Love can make you desperate
And state
In clear terms
In absence, it is your turn
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