When i hear

Come here!

Shout of pain

And endless strokes

When i go

Down the street

And come back

With thick mud

Blame me not

I can’t wash a cloth

When i tease

You surpass me

I cry for pain

When no one

Touched me

Time flies

As light before my eyes

Tick back

To you and me

Laughing from dawn

Till dusk

If we try that now

Every eye says

We are mad – how?

By Minstrel

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