I roam the streets in the dead of the night
with no regrets, but with no respite
I look for something that is no longer mine
I look for the dimples, and that lustrous shine
A dollop of laughs, a pinch of strife
such, my friend, is the mystery of life
If I had chains of attachment, I'd bind you to me
If I could help it, you'd be all I could see
If only, all night, I'd whisper sweet-nothings in your ear
If only God read my script, my dear
A dollop of laughs, a pinch of strife
such, my friend, is the mystery of life
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