You say,
You don't want me to stay.
You say,
I have gone out of my way.
You say,
Nothing has left between us to say.
Many months have passed,from October to May,
Now to get you back, I pray to God night and day.
I dream of a beautiful rainy day,
Your soft hands holding coffee for me in that tray.
I promise to keep us together,
We won't stray.
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