' 'deep'
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Spawned and cognizant of
Riches and chronicle,
Peering turned glances to knives
From a painted monacle,
While the heart of a rose
Stays inure,
Whisps of soul tend
To be lured.
Vo baat abhee aadhee hee hai,
ye baat tumhen bataanee hai.
Haan doob raha hai vo nabh mein par,
shaam abhee bhee baakee hai.
Chal din dhal jae baat nahin,
yah raat abhee bhee baakee hai.
artificial
Knock! Knock!
It’s me!! Haha its us! It’s you…
Aww don’t give me that face now. You forgot about me didn’t you?
