all my love for my sweet
wheel me down by the meadow
she said
a very remarkable history this is
i saw with open eyes
by the shore, by the sea
our pleasant moments fly
to some the fat gods
why are the things that have no death
give me hunger
i stand in the cold gray weather
though love repine, and reason chafe
we were not many
soft as the bed in the earth
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Haan bhai...kya baat Bolg...hume bhi kuch likhna sikha do...
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