Rain of shravan
By willingly to see the night , Plead by the rain of Shravan , And if it is with your heart , you would think it somewhere . Willing to fly , and to travel , By the morning it is a dark sun . Sweet , sweet , and sweet , flanks . She wants to see the afternoon and see it; You want to walk in the parallel route; Let them go away , so that they leave alone. You want to live in the past mistakes; By willingly to make matters seem difficult. Every time it comes with the earth , All stories of life ended up.
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