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She told me about her love for petals, snowflakes, and butterflies, for their fragility. She took them in her palms then, set th...
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Dhol Radio Punjab
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Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But which will bloom most c...
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When I lay and think, in my bed at night, the day you'll arrive, seems nowhere in sight. I toss and I turn, dreaming of you, opening ...
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..Hawa thami thi zaroor lekin Wo shaam b jesay sisak rahi thi K zard patton ne aandhiyon se Ajab Qissa suna diya tha K jis ko sun ...
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