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You're a lover, I'm a lover
you are willing, I am willing
then who are mummy or daddy?
its only you who is capable of love
the entire society is useless

you need a friend like me
i need a friend like you
those who burn, burn them more, dance dance dance

what happens when two of us meet has happened
I in you and you got lost in me
seeing you I too melt, like light melts

Comments

Anonymous said…
Heh. Tamma tamma loge...
6:24 PM
anil said…
life kya cheez hai boss:) they have seriously done you in dude.
10:20 PM
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