The Poet vs Radicalised Individual

I'm a stubborn nightingale

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Flower's smell makes me forgot about this world

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I don't keep relationship with others

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You may call me a lone wolf

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I let the wind choose my destiny

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I smell flowers, gardens;

As I'm stubborn I didn't listen to the warnings

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I smell death in the grave of smell

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My heart is at peace

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Now that I have met you flower

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I swear my heart is at peace;

Since I fell in love with smell of flower

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I forgot every other tree and smell

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Long distances I traveled for food

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I was shadowed by tropical forests;

My soul is settled with you flower

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The moment you touch my nose

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In the form of an intoxicate smell.


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