Friend 3
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Neela Nath Das
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Still I bear the fragrance
Of our first friendship.
The laughter and the love.
Piper I hear your music
Which puts me in trance.
It's not pain, it's not tear.
Irresistible is the pulling,
And inevitable is the call.
But, keeping up the mystery,
I may not meet you dear.
Bu şiiri puanla
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