Every moment has been a tussle for me since I saw you
Two devils always pulled me behind a step or two
Two devils always pulled me behind a step or two
One is the miraculous and divine number nineteen
Which always sent shock waves to the heart of mine
The other is the commitments of the flesh and blood
which shackles me all through in this mundane world
There are no bars in the dreams
They don't trouble me in my reveries
I know death is inevitable
But the love we share is eternal
I'd certainly meet you sometime, somewhere
When I transcend this inimical duo elsewhere
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