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Wet feet in the rain, Nature surrounded by beauty- Your touch is mixed in a thousand renu; I will rush to your door with an unsolicited message Kadam aharne. At the juncture of happiness In two sentences I will find the rare receipt of identity- In this rain whose sweetness touches the mind, Back to his front I am fascinated by love. In the yellow forest, in the shade of mahogany The mind wants to stand once more.
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