He had seen a white-
In the morning-clean air was singing,
Hands were filled with flowers,
filled with flowers Beautifully,
Fascinated by her eyes, in bargaining,
Sixteen youthful orange- black hair,
Qualities of quality,
The waves of the Padma are fascinated
by the swing and rhythm of the limbs
Passion- loving friends - love is hurting.
Bleeding from the day,
The fear of losing him, sadness,
In the mind's room,
I think that queen I am the servant-
I'll love him, if Sajib is stupid,
I do not understand.
Looks like this - It's a dream
Drop, zero Earth, if he loses.
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He had seen a white-
In the morning-clean air was singing,
Hands were filled with flowers, filled with flowers,
Rupawati, fascinated by her eyes, in Maya.
Sixteen youthful orange-black hair,
Qualities of quality,
The waves of the Padma are fascinated by the swing and rhythm of the limbs
Passion-loving friends - love is hurting.
Bleeding from the day,
The fear of losing him, sadness,
In the mind's room, I think that queen I am the servant-
I'll love him, if Sajib is stupid, I do not understand.
Looks like this - It's a dream
Drop, zero prithvi, if he loses.
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