My Paru
I lost the rhythm of my heart beat
I lost my vision of the eyes
I lost the flexibility of my tongue
I am not normal now
An insane and neglected
I lost the vibe from my love
I lost her jealousy
I lost her lovely fight
Why do I live
Let God make me an idol
A doll
My heart beats in dreams
There was a doll
A simple man who loves
His paru
He still and always
Waits for his love paru
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