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At morning the eyes are as joyful as that of a sparkling sun but at night they weep the deepest sorrow as silent as the grave.
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
His eyes
At morning the eyes are as joyful as that of a sparkling sun but at night they weep the deepest sorrow as silent as the grave.
kanika-verma
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
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