Prologue
A stranger to mine, you are, I always wonder who you are. Oh our paths have already met, Those precious eyes don't know me yet. Show me your smile and I'll pass away, I'm falling like the leaves at the end of May. If only my eyes could tell you how i feel. Just when I think of you, it's a bliss I can't conceal.
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