Dance, Dance
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Neela Nath Das
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Are you angry
so you are now hermit
under the guise of a crab.
Come out and blow your pipe
to make me dance.
You know, your silence, I
can't withstand.
come on and dance, dance
with me just now.
Without you I can't even stand.
Bu şiiri puanla
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