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Where is my poetry?
Written and folded in my dream?
Did it melt in the eyes?
Did the dawn ruin it?
Search and give me my poetry,
Or give back my dream.
In the evenings,
In the lanes of mind.
Heart searches for the lost face.
In the tar melting,
Hot streets of city.
Love dries out the flowers.
Between the gaps of droplets from sky,
Heart searches for you.
When crescent moon appears,
When the moon comes.
Heart jump as the the moon has come.
Seeing the shadow,
The heart will weep as if seeing you.
Give back my dream.
Where is my poetry?
Written and folded in my dream?
Did it melt in the eyes?
Did the dawn ruin it?
Search and give me my poetry,
Or give back my dream.
In the evenings,
In the lanes of mind.
Heart searches for the lost face.
In the tar melting,
Hot streets of city.
Love dries out the flowers.
Between the gaps of droplets from sky,
Heart searches for you.
When crescent moon appears,
When the moon comes.
Heart jump as the the moon has come.
Seeing the shadow,
The heart will weep as if seeing you.
Give back my dream.
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