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You came out of nowhere when you weren’t waiting.,

And soul stirred up, but you bans at all not decree,

And where was, when in separation so missed you and was dying?

Or was your tender love just for show?

You’re a strange creature, I’ll tell you honestly, frankly.,

And you do not understand what you want in life and where you aspire,

Ready to spill all the secrets of my heart,

And heart to heart talk regularly are you always in a hurry.

Fly away my angel forever to where you came from,

Forget my number and don’t bother calling or texting.,

You already long forgot, yours the emergence of me had a dream,

And silently leaving, I care about your obscure interest.