The way we find for live
That we cannot make it drive
The cost we paid through lost
And after that all the rivers become criss-crossed
The love songs are anymore tune well
The roads are to tough too spell
Who is this love? You see -
The pond has grew as a sea -
You are running with your door's key
Still I am trying to be
And Next, I have to pay my fee -
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
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