Woh apne hote hai jis se hum ummid karte hai aur woh apne he hote hai jo humare ummido ko todta hai.

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Human beings are like clay pots, either you hold something or you can break by someone.

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The perfume of yours makes you a water girl.

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You don't know me, I don't know you.
The morning sunlight is lurking in the grasses.
My hands are playing with someone else's hair.
We gave up on each other, fate was blamed.

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Everything tastes bitter
after tasting you.

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He's alive but not warm anymore.

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Oh darling, let's
get naked
under the cashmere.

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I'm looking for my calmness in her wildness.

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I invited her rain into my barren heart.



Not a fairytale...

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She left my
galaxy to
built her own.

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