Bad Name
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And the stars will cry
Shedding bright tear drops
Soaking the clouds roaming
The sky in the night
And she won't come to
Me giving an excuse that
The streets are dark and lamps
Are not shedding light
And the flowers will
Lend essences into the air
Wind will blow to take rest
Along your bun's hem
And she won't come to
Me fearing someone would
See her and among the kins
She would get a bad name
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