Cure me of her
love,
Of that
beautiful pain,
Of those
random smiles,
Still lying
in the memory lane
Cure me of
her love,
Of those
incomplete stories,
Of those
dark days,
And those midnight
glories
Cure me of
her love,
Lord, cure
me
Of all I
hide inside,
Wiping
those tears,
Still
lying,
Next to my
bedside
Cure me of
her love,
Or just let
me die
As I search
for those smiles,
While
another tear I cry
Cure me of
her love…
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