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Feb 2014
When you speak my silent desires when you read my mind
I don't feel the slightest wonder seek the mystery behind
for I know it's made that way preordained and sweet
you can read the one you love when you love by habit.
I'm bought with your love - habitual.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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