I didn't tell you not to come,
I came to you again and again.
Now i fold my sorrow
And swallow with a nice brand of whiskey
And if your tears are still wet
Keep them under blanket
So that they won't get the coldness of your heart
But ı always came to you....
Apart from national fests
With all joy of celebrations within
And you lie down reading at the moment...
And i'm still coming...
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