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Sweet Sadness
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In the Name of Love
When she is not nearby,
I must not lie,
I suffer from
Sweet gloom.
I miss her much
And from the clutch
Of the vile Satan,
Endeavour to run.
Yet the days are shorter
But longer the nights are,
Waiting is what I can do
And feel her so.
At times think I,
Does she feel shy
Dreaming of me
In her psyche?
“Come sooner,” says my heart
Since I cannot part
From you even for a day,
This much I can only say.
