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You only tell me, should I love or not, Tell me about your heart, Should I love or not..
I'll tell you so much,

 On my love, I don't have so much control, Still the heart thought once, Now that I've begun to meet, I should ask you once..
There were never such wishes before, Never had I tried to meet someone like that.. Disentangle my problems, Should I love or not.. say to me within eyes, Should I love or not..
I have some small dreams, In those dreams there are songs, In songs, there is life, love, and longing.. Now I don't dream those dreams, in which you aren't there.. See, I open these lips (to agree) that I had kept closed till now..

My heart believes you so much as I don't believe even myself.. In my lone moments, I dream about you,
  I have fallen in love with you..
I'll never ask you Should I love or not.. Now I have to live in your dreams Should I love or not..

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