Like how golden leaves drop when autumn
How my hand feels cold and tender
As the middle days of winter
When I'm with your presence
Rains of the world washed a new
When I'm with your presence
Rains of the world washed a new
But still in rain my heart flew
With random smiles
My heart flutters much
In face of crisis and uncertain tomorrow
I wish for you no sorrow
As tomorrow is not promised
But with you, it's not one to be missed
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