Minali .
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May be I am too late to be your first
But now I am preparing my self to be your last
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Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention. Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention.
Love is everywhere… Don’t you think? Love is everywhere… Don’t you think?
Never knew this would be our happy ending Never knew this would be our happy ending
Under those shining stars, And that very dark night... Under those shining stars, And that very dark night...
A Face that glows like the morning sun, Bewitches the sights of everyone.... A Face that glows like the morning sun, Bewitches the sights of everyone....
My heart beats twice when I see you, Still, my conscience strike my mind to get solace... My heart beats twice when I see you, Still, my conscience strike my mind to get ...
The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor
The heaven lock, Between thee and me... The heaven lock, Between thee and me...
A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey
I am a poet and writer if you didn’t know me well I am a poet and writer if you didn’t know me well
Somewhere between the best and the worst We all would unite again... Somewhere between the best and the worst We all would unite again...
Pheromones made melodies in the air Achieving what no one could Unite two distant worlds. Pheromones made melodies in the air Achieving what no one could Unite two dis...
Let us stay awake till 4 am and blabber about random things, but not fall in love. Let us stay awake till 4 am and blabber about random things, but not fall in lov...
Is there a book of rules, Granting the gift of poetry to only those who are slain by love? Is there a book of rules, Granting the gift of poetry to only those who are sla...
Their souls together shined there like neon.. Their souls together shined there like neon..
Like a hundred broken dreams Like a hundred broken dreams
The lock, this cruel reality. The lock, this cruel reality.
As the wind flows swiftly The yellow leaf gently touch As the wind flows swiftly The yellow leaf gently touch
I wrote her a letter, Plenty of them followed, I wrote her a letter, Plenty of them followed,
Talking to myself, sitting on my bean bag Talking to myself, sitting on my bean bag
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