Tears trailed your cheeks
one fell on my hand
it stung like a wasp, burnt like fire
"Don't cry", I said and hugged you
"It isn't worth your tears"
your eyes sent sorrow-arrows
they pierced my heart
"Oh, don't," I said, "be happy"
You talked of bad conscience
I couldn't answer, didn't know how
yes, I've a bad conscience
and yes, I deserve to be scolded
What can I say, you are so right
but I'm not the prisoner of your love
my jail is called "My Love"
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