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| When the roses lose their fragrance the world seems at an end the day has lost It's gladness what a blessing is poetry. | |||||
Raat Bhar Dekhe  Raat bhar dekhey paharron pe barastey mausam Laala-roo bheegay kinaaron pe sulagtey mausam Raat ke khaalee katorey ko labalab ker ke Kis qader khushbo chirraktey hain behaktay mausam Shaam hoti hai tau phir geet jaga detey hain Payalon mein kisi ghunghroo ke khanaktay mausam  2007-01-16 19:21:44 GMT
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