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Do come back with the hues of setting sun
To walk with me. That dusty avenue
And those leaves with shades of an autumn-gone,
They wish to live those lost moments anew.

Bring those spring breezes with thy sinuos gait
And lotus' fragrance swirling in the sky.
Before this day would end and sun would set
Leave thy footprints on those dusts of thy way.

With the chirping of dusky birds, come back
Walk on my path with every word I ink
With each outburst of emotions, I sack
Devour my pains with every verse I think.

Do come back with the shades of setting sun
And end my verses, that are left undone.

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