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“Do you remember how the sun, set On the occasion, we last conversed? First, it hid behind some lousy clouds As I was uttering my dying words Then, out it came with a shiny glare As I grasped the truth of your beauty ‘Twas nothing but my own reflection To my surprise and curiosity. Now the sun’s told our tale to this town And I heard how it had made you smile So if the thought of me drew a smile Then, I have mastered true lover’s guile” — Zubair Ahsan
Do you remember how the sun, set
On the occasion, we last conversed?
First, it hid behind some lousy clouds
As I was uttering my dying words
Then, out it came with a shiny glare
As I grasped the truth of your beauty
‘Twas nothing but my own reflection
To my surprise and curiosity.
Now the sun’s told our tale to this town
And I heard how it had made you smile
So if the thought of me drew a smile
Then, I have mastered true lover’s guile