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Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush

There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.

When you see that girl it's such a rush.

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DIL KA TAMASHA

आज रात फिर वही सन्नाटा है

ना तेरी आ

A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand

A Rooted Friend

Friends come and go

and love grows, grows, and grows

True friends are trees with

O, My Friend
O, my friend,
What fitting word can I say?
You, my chum,
My companion of infinite talks,

Find Your Drive

Sometimes you have to push yourself just to get out of bed.

You stay up 'til 2 am just wi

I'm Getting Lonely

It's getting cold and I'm getting lonely

Wishing someone would sit down and hold me

Dirty Face

Where did you get such a dirty face,

My darling dirty-faced child?

I got it from

MANANE KI KHWAHISH HO YA NA HO

र लगता है तुम्हें बताने में वो जो हमा

Batter My Heart
Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;

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