My imagination takes flights of fantasy
Thinking of your lovely presence in my arms
And yet you start thinking of obstacles
And you think vengefully of the past
You try to disguise your dissent and
Convince me that we will be denied happiness
Why do you not quench your thirst in the river
But look at the dry banks and complain of thirst
Quit your hate created by unwanted bias
And listen to the language of love in your heart
Listen not to the vengeful voice seeking to get back
But instead satisfy this longing of mine by hugging me tight
Thinking of your lovely presence in my arms
And yet you start thinking of obstacles
And you think vengefully of the past
You try to disguise your dissent and
Convince me that we will be denied happiness
Why do you not quench your thirst in the river
But look at the dry banks and complain of thirst
Quit your hate created by unwanted bias
And listen to the language of love in your heart
Listen not to the vengeful voice seeking to get back
But instead satisfy this longing of mine by hugging me tight
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