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Best Are Yet To Come Month is just to finish, and days are passing by, I cannot forget my �Monalisa�, the way she feels shy. My nostalgia is her temple, where golden hair are curl, this is one of her best things, which make her my heart�s girl. I loved her from the beginning, I�ll love her until end, there may be quake or sand storm, my love will never bend. But this thing I know surely, a day will come, we�ll meet again, hence that day my life will be, just free from Stress and Strain. Let me say you something, that I will not keep mum, till my death I�ll write for her, and my best are yet to come. Harsh Y Bahl |
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