I dream of you,
often, very often...
though so many years past away...
my soul is still wasted,
like the land after the long drought...
my mind is hurt too,
still being your slave...
this wound is kept as my company
and in the other world,
I'll have something to keep me
thinking of you,
for ever.
I have told you:
this will last for ever...
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