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A Thirsty Quench

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Unkown are those people whose love met with love.
When we asked for lovely flowers, I got a garland of thorns my dove.
Unkown are those people whose love met with love.
When we asked for lovely flowers, I got a garland of thorns my dove.

Happiness Buildings I searched, though Sorrow's sawdust I received.
Happiness Buildings I searched, though Sorrow's sawdust I received.

Of Desire's Melody I desired, though my eye meets pieces of cold stone.
Heart's load clouded and went away, that Sad Thirst, I again got one.
When we asked for lovely flowers, I got a garland of thorns my dove.
Unkown are those people whose love met with love.

left Behind, oh left so astray, oh I got so left Behind,
after giving every friendship of a moment or two with.

Who has the patience to clasp the Lunatics' hand.
To us, even our own shadows oft appeared ghastly and bland.
When we asked for lovely flowers, I got a garland of thorns my dove.
Unkown are those people whose love met with love.

If this is what they call life, like this we will lead life.
If this is what they call life, like this we will lead life.
Won't utter a whiff, won't ever complain, drink our own tears of pain.
From sadness to be scared how am I to be,
Sad, He got me a hundred times from early.

When we asked for lovely flowers, I got a garland of thorns my dove.
Unkown are those people whose love met with love.






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