The beautiful eyes ,
the ever enigmatic eyes,
told silently of the spring rain!
But the flames of the fuming hot waves
were scorching and I was in deep thought!
When I tried to reach the cross road,
It was raining raining raining all the time!!!
the ever enigmatic eyes,
told silently of the spring rain!
But the flames of the fuming hot waves
were scorching and I was in deep thought!
When I tried to reach the cross road,
It was raining raining raining all the time!!!
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