I washed the stains of my desire in the river of love,
And kept my desires close to my heart and just cried a little.
I started from home in search of happiness,
Found and picked up sadness on the way,
And kept my desires close to my heart and just cried a little.
What if it is broken my heart is still a flower,
Now it is up to you,whether you focus on the flower,
Or the thorns that come with it.
When I sealed my lipt, then the world started asking me,
Why are you so quiet, come on, say something....
And I kept my desires close to my heart and just cried a little.
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