-yet burning is my inner soul
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-if its only the night it could be tackled
-when beloved is missed storms surround
-the city is their native town familiar
-but all have changed like your temperament
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-some old forgotten stories were recalled today so
-pangs of pain shot up through the hearts
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-my beckoning them floated in air
-but they remained unaware
-in their last glance was seen pain munir
-they were missed all life long
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