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That's the day I really met you,
And we've talked again today.
In the café I've just seen, boo,
You have got a fiancé.
That's the night of our break-up.
I'm about to say goodbye.
We are back at our make-up.
Leave, forget and don't ask "why?".
It's a kind of dilemma.
Shamelessly you've lied to me.
Our story's got a lemma,
Which was very hard to see.
Your touch was fresh water
I craved for all night,
But now it's a torture,
Because you were right.
I shouldn't have fallen
For you there and then,
So my heart was stolen,
And I lost my zen.
I am anxious day and night now,
Starting fresh, going ahead.
I am on my own way somehow.
Thoughts are rushing through my head.
Suddenly I heard a voice:
"Don't you worry! Don't be sad!
You will always be my choice.
Let it go, and don't get mad!"
Seeing you, I'm desperate,
With no idea where to go.
You are cute, but inveterate.
Cheating is a kind of low.
Your touch was fresh water
I craved for all night,
But now it's a torture,
Because you were right.
I shouldn't have fallen
For you there and then,
So my heart was stolen,
And I lost my zen.
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