A year has passed since I wrote my note But I should have known this right from the start Only hope can keep me together Love can mend your life but Love can break your heart Ill send an s.o.s. to the world
Swerve from thy northern path; for westward rise The palace balconies thou mayst not slight In fair Ujjain; and if bewitching eyes That flutter at thy gleams, should not delight Thine amorous bosom, useless were thy gift of sight.
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