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Don't send, shall not come salutation to me from you
Your eyes shall not see me.
I'm willing during my life, my face shall not smile
Neither ask my feelings nor knock my door
My eyes have dried, you can't make a cry me
You can't bandage to my injury
Now, you are a foreigner for me
Neither ask my feelings nor knock my door
Enough that you have done, don't look to my face
Always you betreyaled to real of love
I have buried you into my unusual heart
Neither ask my feelings nor knock my door
Take Care ...
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