You paint my life red
What seemed dear as much as life itself
Crystal clear as air that is
In a tick, an utter mockery
How many games would you play?
Will you ever rest?
Will you ever dissolve?
Will I ever get a grip?
I will let you be!
The way you are...May be a moment
May be a day
May be lifetimes before
You cease to exist!!!
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