Woe too is that pretty stuff
To get what
U must be fortunate enough
Though seems so tyrant
Still to accompany till the end
It's a staunch friend
& loyal enough
How that experience is
Ask me, ask me
What is the gaiety in suffering
Ask me how propitious is my fate
To burn all night
With the candle
And how is the feeling
How about the fancy to smile
When its existence is
Nothing but the defunct
Am i not really
The perfect boy next door to fortune
To get it with a mirage of bliss
As an adjunct
To get what
U must be fortunate enough
Though seems so tyrant
Still to accompany till the end
It's a staunch friend
& loyal enough
How that experience is
Ask me, ask me
What is the gaiety in suffering
Ask me how propitious is my fate
To burn all night
With the candle
And how is the feeling
How about the fancy to smile
When its existence is
Nothing but the defunct
Am i not really
The perfect boy next door to fortune
To get it with a mirage of bliss
As an adjunct
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