I want our parting at least once, let our hearts be filled with black clouds like the sky of Shravan, let our long-term promises be premature rain Let us wake up at the end of that lively love fierce chaitra, let us be intoxicated by the scent of rain, let two quirky eyes leave nicotine, let us be addicted to violin, let the lover's heart be the same love, let the flower and the species be blind again.
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