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SPLITTING, SPLITTING, SPLITTING, SPLITTING, SPLITTING, SPLITTING, SPLITTING

Touched by moon, I pick up

a black rose,

to return the debt.

Very high

the fire, returns in my eyes.

I start burning in your arms.

The parting,

crawls in the bed

I cannot speak nor cry.

Why it had to happen

after sunset,

when the leafless tree was waiting?

Satish Verma

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SPLITTING

Touched by moon, I pick up

a black rose,

to return the debt.

Very high

the fire, returns in my eyes.

I start burning in your arms.

The parting,

crawls in the bed

I cannot speak nor cry.

Why it had to happen

after sunset,

when the leafless tree was waiting?

Satish Verma

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SPLITTING

Touched by moon, I pick up

a black rose,

to return the debt.

Very high

the fire, returns in my eyes.

I start burning in your arms.

The parting,

crawls in the bed

I cannot speak nor cry.

Why it had to happen

after sunset,

when the leafless tree was waiting?

Satish Verma

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SPLITTING

Touched by moon, I pick up

a black rose,

to return the debt.

Very high

the fire, returns in my eyes.

I start burning in your arms.

The parting,

crawls in the bed

I cannot speak nor cry.

Why it had to happen

after sunset,

when the leafless tree was waiting?

Satish Verma

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SPLITTING

Touched by moon, I pick up

a black rose,

to return the debt.

Very high

the fire, returns in my eyes.

I start burning in your arms.

The parting,

crawls in the bed

I cannot speak nor cry.

Why it had to happen

after sunset,

when the leafless tree was waiting?

Satish Verma

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SPLITTING

Touched by moon, I pick up

a black rose,

to return the debt.

Very high

the fire, returns in my eyes.

I start burning in your arms.

The parting,

crawls in the bed

I cannot speak nor cry.

Why it had to happen

after sunset,

when the leafless tree was waiting?

Satish Verma

------------------------------------------------------------

SPLITTING

Touched by moon, I pick up

a black rose,

to return the debt.

Very high

the fire, returns in my eyes.

I start burning in your arms.

The parting,

crawls in the bed

I cannot speak nor cry.

Why it had to happen

after sunset,

when the leafless tree was waiting?

Satish Verma

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