I am not cupidity, who keeps on finding a marquis,
To have a halcyon times of peace,
As if money can find love in me,
But the love in me is a far cry,
My love is pure and it’s hard to find,
Giving my fondness for my flame,
As if a cupid struck me insane,
Crazy of love is my maniac pain,
As if fireworks sparks in my mind again and again,
Because being in love is the halcyon day of life with my swain.
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