I see your image when I close my eyes,
I see your shade in every spark of dew.
Could you defer my imminent demise
And tell me who I am without you?
And though I'm thankful for your mute concern,
My love will never make me gratified.
I always swear that I will not return,
But if you beg I'll surely sacrifice.
So, do it, take my heart when I allow.
Without you I'm nothing but a dice.
In my distress I clearly know for now,
I only live by looking in your eyes.
I see your image when I close my eyes
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