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Forlorn
Lone and forlorn…
Bitten by the serpents of sorrows…
Lamenting life…
Hoping… Hoping… Hoping…
Seen the red-red roses, the lovers exchange…
Seen the trysts, the lover’s rendezvous…
Both Nasty and Nice…
But why am I forlorn?
Without the love and always lone…
Without the red-red roses…
The charming kisses…
The enthralling moments…
Aren’t they mine?
Why the little joy comes pro tem?
Why the happiness isn’t perpetual?
Why doesn’t someone love me?
Crying… Sobbing… Weeping…
