Hey, behind a bunch of roses
With the drops of rain in winter breezes
A sweet smile in red lips gazes
And a new hope of joy now rises
With the goodbye to fourteen
Comes two thousand fifteen
Like a soothing touch all over
Making my life happier ever
You are sleeping with a sigh
I am awaked to look at sky
Where comes the new dawn of life
For both of us to start again nice
You are sweet and sweeter than me
I am longing for a year to get your rhyme.
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