O! You stone or metal bent
I will win your favor sure,
My heart is wounded and no cure.
You! My love, my heart’s dream,
I will win your favor sure,
My heart is wounded and no cure.
You! My love, my heart’s dream,
Give a glance at love marine.
Deep as the deepest ocean,
Brimming soul with love emotion.
Oh! You stone or metal bent,
Why refuse and keep resent.
As the sun is sure to shine,
So my love for you divine.
No rule, no social bound,
Sway away from you around.
Hey! My heart no get dishearten,
The bliss will come from high that heaven.
Deep as the deepest ocean,
Brimming soul with love emotion.
Oh! You stone or metal bent,
Why refuse and keep resent.
As the sun is sure to shine,
So my love for you divine.
No rule, no social bound,
Sway away from you around.
Hey! My heart no get dishearten,
The bliss will come from high that heaven.
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