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Night is drifting slowly slowly

Waiting for under sky lonely

Every thing is sleeping solemnly

My heart is awaking only



You are my unseen bosom crony

You are sad, I am gloomy

We are both high in bloomy

Come in my cosy lap, honey



In your remembrance so gloom

If, come in my soul, have so room

Don't you waste your bloom

At last one draught of doom



Don't me leave alone Miss

In your life, don't me miss

In midnight, fear me hiss

Let us either get real bliss



Nawaz is your lone friend

If you want to him, tend

He is sick in love, mend

If you don't response, rend