Your love is rain dry. A drop left at the bottom. She slapped it up with poetry. And I was then I forgotten.
ﻣﺘﺎﻉ ﺟﺎﮞ ﮬﮯ ﺗﯿﺮﮮ ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭ ﮐﺎ ﻣﻮﺳﻢ ۔ ۔ ۔ﺧﺪﺍ ﮐﺮﮮ ﮐﮯ ﺗﯿﺮﯼ ﺭﺍﮦ ﻋﻤﺮ ﺑﮭﺮ ﺩﯾﮑﮭﻮﮞ ۔ ۔ ۔ !!
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