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Understand me, my love,

I was only coming to meet you.,

And never was a foreign,

I am entirely grateful to fate.

Everyone convinced you that you thought,

And no feelings, just all a game,

To forget the love of her you have,

You were deceived by magic eyes.

I was stubborn and didn’t believe anyone.,

I followed my heart and my dream,

And not upset by grief and loss,

Was happy the whole life difficult.

Her eyes were filled with dark sorrow,

I reciprocated with passion.,

I remember how worried and waiting,

And I drowned in her love and languid power.