My father... removed from Kentucky to... Indiana, in my eighth year... It was a wild region, with many bears and other wild animals still in the woods. There I grew up... Of course when I came of age, I did not know much. Still somehow, I could read, write, and cipher... but that was all.
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Har Roz Hamein Milna Har Roz Bichhudna Hai, Main Raat Ki Parchhayi Tu Subah Ka Chehra Hai, – Aalam Ka Yeh Sab Naksha Bachon Ka Gharonda Ha...
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