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No more

Come hug me once more
Maybe there exist us no more

We got all time with us now
Let me watch you all I want now

May be I have no  such chance more
Maybe there exist us no more

Let me come close to you
May be its the last time I come to you

Let me come in your arms dear
To break down all in tears

Eyes may not be able shower love more
Maybe there exist us no more

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