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naveenr |
How difficult is this parting, How do I console my heart, Its like a kid who would not listen. You changed me for ever, Parting you took my soul with you, What is death for me now or am I dead Who should I blame for my misery, Destiny or me, Meeting you was an accident, Who should I blame for it Part you will from me, Can you part from my dreams, I know I am not worthy of your love, How do I console my heart, Its like a kid who would not listen -naveenr@cyberspace.org | ||
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ponder |
I don't understand the purpose of the repetition of the following lines: "How do I console my heart, Its like a kid who would not listen" | ||
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lumen |
must be a cultural thing. Seriously, I think the idea is to envision a kid who got into trouble and started crying when the consequences caught up. | ||
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