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You Wion''t Remember
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Satish Verma Ialways said, only you
can do this.The charisma of your
love stitches the cryptic halves.
At sunset, I will forget
my name.There was no second
coming. Where will we go?
Conversing with dead begins.
A birch wood starts punishing the
white roses on black day.
