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The sun is at my door
Rain on your shores
That's what happens when a friend,
Rare at creation.
At that moment,
If you want that hand when-
I said with my hand,
The mind of the chest ribs.
Everything in this world is now,
Sounds soothingly sweet
Love this moment,
Not before.
When I fell on the shore,
Friend your vision-
The sun came out of the door,
Anil is the rain of happiness.
In the woods of happiness and sorrow,
Don't you stand
Friends just become friends,
Raise your hand.
In the space of my mind,
You are the source of happiness
Friends just want you
I don't want anything.