She left me dead,
and I faced rain ahead.
I started collecting my heart pieces,
Which was broken in creases.
I called her again,
But ingore was gain.
I started forgetting her,
But rain drops stop me there.
Someone shouted my name,
And it's my heart again.
Crossing over the love bridge,
She hugged me in ridge.
She told me whole tale,
She left me cause of her plague.
She was not at all wrong,
she was just small.
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