The teary joy, the delightful grief The teary joy, the delightful grief

Every hand raised has been cut in the name of marriage, Every voice shouted, has been muted in the ... Every hand raised has been cut in the name of marriage, Every voice shouted, ha...

Simple desire To admire Emerging beauty In simple capacity Simple desire To admire Emerging beauty In simple capacity

The words which they want to hear The words which they want to hear

Her life has become poetry, Like the end of a war with a white dove. Her life has become poetry, Like the end of a war with a white dove.

It’s not boasting, It’s not bluffing, It’s not boasting, It’s not bluffing,