There was a lover
Searching for an iron
To iron his clothes
As he had a Rendezvous
With a beauty woman
He saw strong a storm
But he decided to maintain
Even he might be lost
Even he might be gone
She also waited that one
Her smile was attractive at once
He said your love was attendance
You can be never absence
He waited till the storm was seen
He waited till the winds were grown
He was lifted up
He was circled up
He knew he might face the death
He wanted to know her sense
Her feeling when hearing of a death
He prayed to his god
To be mercy as he did
He will not be worst
He will be good
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