The song of the soul…

Lies and prejudice…

Black and grey…

Without a sign of white…

Hearts without A shade of Red…

Love might be a Very distant sight…

And yet,

The soul wants to sing,

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“Tera mujhse Hai pehle Ka naata koi….

Yunhi nahi Dil Lubhata koi…

Tera mujhse Hai pehle Ka naata koi….

Yunhi nahi Dil Lubhata koi…”

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