Your leaving is harder than
getting the thorns out of the heart
The moment you leave you will forget
And none of my wishes
were to see you far
It is not the right time to go
You know even if it was sunny
Going would not be the option
There is always a way to compromise
Please, I plea thee not me leave
Don't leave up to the last day
till I am in grave
if you go, you would me forget
Thus, the harshest torture ever
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