In the desolate dark black night
Hiding me, behind long blonde hair of thine
I don't want to miss an opportunity of
Exposing inner secret of my heart
To beats of your heart, oh dear
The blood stream of
Two aching hearts
Feel comfortable
To mingle with
Each other.
Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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