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I know you will come dear
Spring came in the forest with joy
The world is mustard, beloved, beautiful.
That is why the wind is turbulent
Kokil Kuhre, Jhare Giri Nirjharini Jhar Jhar.
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I know you will come dear
Spring came in the forest with joy
The world is mustard, beloved, beautiful.
That is why the wind is turbulent
Kokil Kuhre, Jhare Giri Nirjharini Jhar Jhar.