With every dusk, when she lays her bag
And throws herself to the corner
I wish, I could soothe her heart
With dulcet tone as hers
And make her fall asleep
And escape before I get caught
Stealing all her weary thoughts
For a thief is a thief after all
Whether it be of her pain or her love
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Wouldn't it be wonderful?
If the wishes were to come true
Imagine peeping through the window
And stealing all her pain away
Whenever she goes astray
No such wonders exist
Yet she defies all such list
Mellifluous sound of hers
Steals the pain away
and you wonder, how your
words don't even rhyme anywhere
Yet you hope for to steal her pain anyway
