In your blessed company
I have sunk to the deepest depths of agony
In even a moment's seperation from you
The sane people of the town do not understand
The waxing and waning of a lover's heart
None but I can understand this pain
My heart cries tears like rain
Thorniest are the paths the lovers take
To hold the beloved in their arms
However painful the path, the drunkard does not care
He would go to any lengths to lose his sobriety
Stay by me and soothe my aching heart
For all other medicines are sold by quacks
For your sake I drowned my capriciousness in the sea
And built the cottage of love in my heart for you to stay
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