We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.
Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.
Lord, grant that I might not so much seek to be loved as to love.
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जाते वक्त वो हाथ तक मिलाकर न गई, मैंने चाहा था जिसे सीने से लगाकर रोना। तुम्हें लगता था की मैं जानता कुछ भी नहीं, मुझे पता था क...
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