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Amitkumar Polsar


Love


Oh my love
Thee my love
I just wanna die in your arm
Oh my love

Take my dreams from me
You are coming close to me
Tell me for you ever
Give ever your love

Oh my love
Coming across
Drawn in any eyes and
Live there.

Oh my love
Loving and around
Touching my heart you fell me your
Thee my love
You are in my heart
You have stolen it from my heart

Submitted: Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, January 23, 2013
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it is all about my friend

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