Tell me this much love what will be my consequence
Oh fate tell me how much worse can the outcome be
The foolish buds in the garden opened their lips to laugh
They are asking the dew, tell us what will be our destiny
There is no boat nor there is a  seacoast
I have no desire for a seashore
It is obvious those who are asking
What my fate will be!
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