Your love is rain dry. A drop left at the bottom. She slapped it up with poetry. And I was then I forgotten.
Agar Kisi Ne Tumhari Raah Mai Kaante Bichaye Hain To Tum Un Kaanton Ko Hatado Kyunke Agar Tum Bhi Jawab Mai Kaante Bichaogay To Dunya Kaanton Se Bhar Jayegi
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