The end of love

Someone is going to come this way one day,
I know I expect a miracle today,
But, no one can come to me unless the street dogs,
No man comes to me except the rain,

 I remember when I lost my loneliness rain,
Once upon a time I was an angel,
Everyone want’s to be me or do me,
One rainy day I was tired of my naughty
He runs into someone who exactly like my daughter,
Beware ! this market always on fire,
I like hugging in the rain,
Because no one knows I am crying,
I don’t know what to do with my life,
I feel trapped.


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