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Aren’t you promise me?
You would be the cloud of remote sky;
Now I become rain so that can palp you.
Aren’t you promise me?
You would be the glimpse of dawn;
Now I become twilight so that can pamper you.
The uncured scratches of my body
Bestowed by you, last night speak-
Still I love you.
০ টি 
+০/-০©somewhere in net ltd.
