Love And Pain
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Anil Kumar Panda
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The crescent moon stops for while
In the middle of the sky
To drop some sweet words knowing
Without her love I may die
The moon speaks softly about the
Pain one must go through
When one falls in love and an ache
In the heart slowly grows
The moon says that her love can
Make me a perfect man
If while keeping her happy I will
Endure sorrow and pain
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