I wanna walk with you on a road,
Talks aren't needed, just silent mode,
Walk and walk until path ends,
I won't stop unless waist bends,
With you, I can face any hurdle,
Pain disappears when you cuddle,
Our fellow travelers are sun and moon,
Dying in your arms is indeed a boon,
It's a dream that can't be true, for sure,
Like an illness that doesn't have a cure.
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