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Myself don't forsake, torn by a bloom of hope. | Myself don't forsake, torn by a bloom of hope. | ||
At someplace are You not | At someplace are You not called an ocean of grace; | ||
Coming close to me, did You forget the name? | Coming close to me, did You forget the name? | ||
Your high prestige and my wounded ego– | Your high prestige and my wounded ego– |