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AchingAching to meet you, I turn into a silk-worm, spinning Love-silk bright, In the dark cold-night, Standing in the corner, melting Candle, tear drops. Till you are…My reflection in the mirror
Is the proof that I love you;
The words may fade fast
Yet the song will echo till you are
My shadow on deserted night lane
Caresses the love I sowed for you
The leaves may wither fast
Yet the shade will linger till you are
My first sigh in the morning
Is witness to the love I leave for you to breathe
The emotions may evaporate fast
Yet the aroma will remain till you are
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