The cynosure of my eyes... she was the secret behind all my highs, her smile made my day... her sorrows made my hairs gray, so sweet yet so charming... with a voice that intoxicates without harming, without her life is incomplete... my heart has forgotten to beat, if she had to do this... why was this short lived bliss? in dreams i still whisper... tell her god,i still love her...
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