'Coz of brightness blossoming in the gardens of love...
I've now forgotten how your love used to bleed pain in my life,
I ache from the reverberations of this unrequited love
And now have forgotten your face,
Nor do I now remember your touch
Even those memories of us,
I've thrown out from the window of my soul
To let myself breathe the fragrance of fresh blooms away from the love of despair.
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