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Oh! My throbbing heart
Each time you made me alert
Where did you learn it?
Someone how to flirt?

On the each signal of yours
Tease many times to the poor
Please don’t play with feelings
Stop! Cruel play of yours

You have ruined many homes
Some burning in fire and some gone
Some try to fulfill their wishing
Some alert to wear eternal gown

Race of world one day will be stop
By death all souls will be drop
None of there, except God
All running scene will be flop