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I'll let you go, my love!

I'll let you go my love,

If that's what you want,

I'll let you go, one day, 

When the sun sets in the East,

When there is a white sky,

When the moon stops revolving around the earth, 

When there is no longer revolving of the planets,

When the sun's rays don't reach Earth, 

When there is not a single star in the sky, 

When astronomy fails, 

When the planets collide, 

When the nights are white, 

When the days are dark,

I'll let you go.

When there is no rain, no snow, no winter, no summer, 

When the weather does not change, 

When the climate is constant, 

When the heatwaves turn into something pleasant, 

When there is no global warming, 

When the environment is pure and clean,  

When there is no concept of red and green,

When the birds do not tweet, 

When the UV rays don't kill, 

When the Sun stops rising, 

I'll let you go!

When the flowers stop blossoming, 

When there is no fragrance,

When the butterflies stop chasing beauty, 

When the gardens are no longer green, 

When all the colours become dull, 

When all the mockingbirds die, 

When everything is covered in blood, 

When people forget love, 

When the girls don't chatter, 

When the boys are gentle, 

When the rainbow is white,

When the distance does not exist, 

When the Earth meets the Sky,

I'll let you go!

When the concept of right and wrong vanishes, 

When the lines between reality and imagination blur,

When the immorality and religion coexist, 

When the time and space is irrelevant, 

When there is no judgment, 

When there is no vice and virtue, 

When there is no sin, 

When everything is right,

When the reason is illogical, 

When the emotions are invalid, 

When the care is not needed, 

When the attention doesn't mean anything, 

When the wars are won, 

When the battles are defeated, 

When the soldiers have returned, 

When the battlefields are covered in white grass, 

When all the pawns have been sacrificed, 

When all the horses bleed, 

When the king dies, 

When the Queen is captured, 

I'll let you go!

When the music is not in tune, 

When there's an irregular rhythm, 

When the practice is no longer needed, 

When they stop playing in the orchestra, 

When the lyrics are meaningless, 

When the tragic endings are frequent, 

When the vibration is unique, 

When there is the same frequency, 

When the octave higher is unnatural, 

When the accidental notes are perfect, 

When the B and E have half notes,

When there's no need of natural chords, 

When people have forgotten the classic music, 

When the old-school love is an ancient concept, 

When the ruins of our civilization are found, 

When the Heer Ranjha is not a love story, 

When Bulley Shah finds himself,  

When Majnu gets Laila, 

When Ishq has been completed, 

I'll let you go!

I'll let you go if that's what you want. 

I'll let you go when I am no longer me,

I'll let you go even if it kills me, 

I'll let you go even if I don't want to,

I'll disappear, I'll vanish, 

I'll not text you, 

I'll not stalk you, 

I'll erase everything related to you,

I'll remove your existence, 

I'll wipe you off from my memory, 

I'll forget your name, face, smile, hair, 

I'll delete your pictures, 

I'll let you go, my love, 

When I'll stop loving you,

I'll let you go if that's what you want, 

I'll let you go, one day, maybe one day, 

Not today, not tomorrow, but someday, maybe one day, 

And just one fine morning, 

I'll let you go!

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