The True Love
O , my love with lovely face
Now , you shall not tarry
I will love you more than this
if you ready to marry.
The lover spoke, with a thunderclap
Her father was this hearing
Taking his gun he shot the man
The girl went on screaming
A crying daughter went to her father
She tried to say him something
But any angry father did not listen
And went on her for slapping
The girl said sorry to her angry father
And took his gun wailing
She shot herself at lover's place
Her father left lamenting.
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