That time was there, when I was alone,
by chance one fine day I met you.
In our cab, you sat by the window beside me,
talking to your friend, with your lovely smile.
Like a precious gem in a golden jewel,
like an idol made for worship.
I know Lord has crafted you,
like a piece of art, especially for me.
One day or the other, you will be mine.
That day I will become the richest person,
because you will be mine, having a heart of gold.
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