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My Dear, I’ve No Words Or Letters To Flow But When Holding The Pen Just Your Face Comes Through… In The Battle Of Life, I Didn’t Have...
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us ada se bhi ho mai ashna.. tujhe itna jis pe ghuroor hai, main jiyon ga tere beghair bhi, mujhe zindagi ka shaoor hai, na ha...
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The poem by Konstantin Simonov "Wait for me", about a soldier in the war asking his beloved to wait for his return, was addressed...
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My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high: It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility. Magnanimous Despa...
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Tonight, I need a softer light, a softer night, a different kind of care.. I need an old fashioned thing, simple comfort to wrap me in...
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