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I should leave my hands ice cold,Like they always are when I'm alone,Getting up and now being bold,I find no reason to atone.Doors are open to peculia..
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Wrapped in your smooth skinRiding your very soft lipsWhat is this cold heat?
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I picked the red to the violet like I plucked pansies,Humming one melody whilst inquisition fed on your thoughts,I watched the very moment slipping li..
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आँखों ने कहा जो ज़बाँ पर न आ..
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So here comes troubleDisguised in the sweetest painEngraved forever
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Why hast this winter heat come uninvited to my parade?Dragging Iris, lurking in my Pride Lands!Why gathers this crowd, all wild, hindering thine view?..
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And lost in some thoughtAll night, no lightWho should I sing my woes to?Know not I, in your absence,Any word, slaying like a sword,Still lost in some ..
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Thatwhich was read by the lips,which filled the very emptiness,which flowed between you and I,which was beyond mere words...Whatturn do I give to this..
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By a lake of swansAttentive eyes, future's brightIn a lonely crowd
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Who knows when shall comeThe so awaited love callShush! When the time's right!
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