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  Whenever I am not in me occasionally,

And like an orphan star,

Seems to be lost and afar,      

Your kiss brings me back certainly.

Whenever my heart is covered with misery,

Your kiss on my forehead,

Acts like a nectar making me glad,

As if the cloud is no more shady,

The feeling of your kiss stays,

Even for days.