The hand is filled up by hand, in the loan
But my fields of grain are filled.
Rudyar never found the day,
Basundhara of the night floating in the float
If you have taped finger sweat,
The master of the brain then lost
Sailors have their own nickname in the Bhola
Blossom flower blossom in the eyes
Call out if the memories are faded,
Humming Locked Room
The birds will come back to know the way home
I will not be alone knowing the path
If you tap, old dust will drop out
The water is stored in the corner of the eye.
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