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With what eyes to see it but🦃 The pulse alone will not show the situation🦃 My heart too, O fodder, see🦃 When Zikr Deedar came, he said🦃 Seeing even before the Hour🦃 Don't give the letter before the hobby panic🦃 Place of Opportunity🦃 Somewhere you see such spoiled beauties🦃 They will not come to see you on the road🦃 There was playfulness in neglect.