At the Mid Hour of Night

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye;
And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air,
To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there,
And tell me our love is remember'd, even in the sky. Then I sing the wild song 'twas once such pleasure to hear!
When our voices commingling breathed, like one, on the ear;
And, as Echo far off through the vale my said orison rolls,
I think, oh my love! 'tis thy voice from the Kingdom of Souls,
Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear.
-Thomas Moore

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na hi pyaar badla hai or na hi jazbad

ना ही दिल बदला है मेरा,

ना ही मेरे ज़�

HUA KUCH YOON

Hua kuch yoon ek roz

Bhai bola garmi hai tez

Pehle jab kaha tha AC lelo

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AANKHE JAGA NAHI KARTI

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