Love is a river into which ocean it falls,
no sailor yet knows.
In that river, everyone along the stream,
in nonsense manner flows.
By flowing of the river, in the arid heart
fresh greenery grows.
Not knowing his ultimate destination
zig-zag the sailor goes.
In the mirage of his voyage, he tries
to find out the real goal.
no sailor yet knows.
In that river, everyone along the stream,
in nonsense manner flows.
By flowing of the river, in the arid heart
fresh greenery grows.
Not knowing his ultimate destination
zig-zag the sailor goes.
In the mirage of his voyage, he tries
to find out the real goal.
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