I have been running in circles
I don't want to be lost anymore
I have been wandering about
but always end up at your door
If love can be a tormenting curse
I am eternally under your spell
A vagabond straying in labyrinths
Pleading for a final farewell
It should be buried in the past
and it will never be as before
But till the day I close my eyes
I will anew wander to your door.
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