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Brown Bed
Autumn is coming, to sleep on soft and brown bed of many dead leaves
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Love is Roaming
Love is roaming Around the heart we are searching Else where We all want it To keep in heart Without knowing Love is always there
Autumn is coming, to sleep on soft and brown bed of many dead leaves
Love is roaming Around the heart we are searching Else where We all want it To keep in heart Without knowing Love is always there