My drop of dew,
Where have you been?
Its a long time,
Since we have seen.
Past are the summers,
Past is the spring,
where are you,
My sweet glass of drink.
I looked for you all around,
But I couldnt hear the sweet friend's sound.
I still possess the watch you gave,
It had stopped working as its the time's slave...
whatever may the stars say,
Hope will always be there...
That someday or the other day,
You will be here.
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