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Titanic In each and every golden book, I could not find your darling look, my heart has not come back to me, which years back you took from me. I cannot forget you lean over me, it was raining under that tree, and your hair were on my face, leaving an image of your grace. Your glossy lips were trying to say, always be there on my way. your trembling hands were also there, making us a marvelous pair, And least to mention of your eyes, awaiting long for them to rise, I certainly know it was a shy, which is a thing one cannot buy, Hours and hours we sat together, words are less and more to gather. I wish those days should come to back, As you are my �Rose� and I am your �Jack�. Harsh Y Bahl |
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