Little difference does it make,
How little I know about you.
The bridge I just crossed,
has left me but not reached you.
Like the rain which just hit the roof-top,
I missed the pour, like I missed you.
Tis' not a sonnet of my love that I sing,
It is a song in despair which will reach you.
I know the difference it makes,
If ever it makes I know.
You too shall sing this song for me I know,
Though little difference it makes,
How little I know about you.
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