Sep 2015
O little bud!
How cheerfully you blush
Thy tender cheeks in the golden rise!
So sweet and cherubic
Though you lie on pyres of grass
When thy face the young moon mirrors!
How cheerfully you blush
Thy tender cheeks in the golden rise!
So sweet and cherubic
Though you lie on pyres of grass
When thy face the young moon mirrors!
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Written by
Mohd Arshad
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