Little voice has come to speak.
The heart and mind are not at ease.
The hurt and pain will never cease.
Happy moments will take its peak.
Coming soon with a winning streak
Will you be my favourite freak?
For our eyes have come to meet.
As time will come to change these beat.
This wishful dream will never be sweet.
So for now my lips are sealed.
For this moment we will lead.
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