The sound of your laughter makes me wonder,
Is there a place so mystical, I can wander.
In search of a true bliss, I glided through the sky,
A fire inside me screams to ask why?
The nights of passion, the days of joy,
O my love! Is it fair to count thy life on the beads of sigh...
The road we walked will come to an end, the letter of mortality will be signed,
But, tell me my love, is it the tongue that craves the food or the mind?
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