Amidst dark tresses dusk would have set
If he thirsted for her love on journey
Never would he have lifted his eyes towards oceans to see
A protest on earth definitely had come
Life had wasted scattered to pieces
He would place burning mud lamos on her defeat
Celebrating their third war game over
He would hit the crown and throne away
Becoming Alexander the great
If he wrote down on bleeding rivers
All ink must be emptied
He would start off for the deserts
Giving up sorrows of the world
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