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No, we are not going to build a home by the lakeside or in the sky
No, we are not going to meet at each molten lava sunset
No, we are not going to cross the fence with equal steps
No, we are not going to fill the empty day with the same roses
No, we are not going to be tanned under the same sun
No, we are not sharing the same bed, hardly we breathe the same air
No, we are not beaten by the same moonlight
The pigeons you praise, I cut and sell in the bazaar's alley
The boys you admire, I hate
The hills you are in love with, never come in my dreams
Still we are friends!
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