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The same people who had no idea or speculation left me
The same people who were the basis of love left me
Those who do not believe in this heart are my companions
The people who were dear to me in every way left me
I will be haunted by the mirage of momentary friendships
The same people who had been thirsty all my life left me
This idea is all temporary, these roses are all paper
The same people who were Gul Arzoo's boss left me
Those who could not accept it remained the same traveling companions
The people who wanted me were the ones who left me
They were close to my heartbeat, my desires were my dreams
The same people who were with me day and night left me
Lost