I know its hard to bear the heat...
But monsoon won't come this time
Choose your path, leaving the one I tread...
For its foolish to walk my line.
Dont worry about here, ever henceforth...
I'll be fine as being lovelorn.
Spare but this night from thy memories...
I won't cry from tomorrow morn.
Never again empathize those futile tears
Which'll flow....and've always flown
I don't need to hold your finger anymore...
I have learnt to walk on my own.
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