You sapped my soul and
snapped the cord
When you left, forever, my
company
Because it is you who gave me
sap and cord
When you were with me in love
harmony.
Maybe no sorrow, had I not
courted you.
Maybe no sorrow had you not
drifted off.
Pleasure of reminiscence is
the end product.
13.03.2001
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