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We won’t call it vain love

It made me, me and made you, you

But not all good things live

Forever, and so this too


We have to die with time

Till then we still have days

To see the rain split in two

Seven hues under sun rays


And that will be all

Once the rains go I’m gone

Next spring, you won’t see me

Or our love foregone


I dread the day of darkness

A part of me will die

When I take my heart back

When I bid goodbye


My love, but, I won’t burn

The fields you have sown

The trees you have planted

The flowers you have grown


The World you have built

On the hills, by the sea

Even though no one belongs

With you more than me

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