All the love in this city
Have died of virus,
You won’t find it
In the heart of Linus.

No more love
In the fragrance of roses,
No more love
In the glorious glory of Moses.

No more love
In the water of the Jamuna,
No more love
In the blues of the Varuna.

In this city
No love will wake up in luster,
Nobody else will ever find it
Anywhere in the muster.

Torments in mind and spirit,
Yet our lives flow and inherit.

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