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When she is gone, what is the use of dawn ?

Her leaving me has made me my own enemy ?

When her eyes pierce mine, I understand what is Divine !

When her hands I hold, mind thinks not of even gold

When she left me for good, my emotions are now staying dead

When she looked, my heart she booked, but my love, she overlooked

Her refusal has made my body and mind an empty parcel

Away she went and now, my mind,only sorrows severely hunt

As she hasn't remembered me, I want my days to be numbered

The worst punishment is her stopping with me an involvement.

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