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Feb 5
Sorrow is the song
Heart is the holster
Grief is the gun
Listen to my melody
Oh youthful murderer
Forget what's right
Forgive what's wrong

For you I long
Fallacy is the killer
Hot is the sun
Life is a comedy
Oh my upset lover
Today's the night
'Morrow's lifelong.

I wish you a happy day,
Which is your birthday,
In advance, in advance,
I hope together we dance,
You in my caring arms,
And I in your deep eyes,
Give in to my charming way.
My HP Poem #2045
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  34/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(34/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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