ভালোবাসার শেষ ডায়রী 6.43

This page you are composed of emotional loving and poetry and poetry.
So far from your passion and love so far, maybe 4 years you follow my like page this is so much.
Thanks
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I don't wear my feet in the alley of your alley.
I don't have a letter written by a letter in of, an bakul in the envelope...
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Rainy thick like like like today today...
Still, there are two ways to stand down, and there are two paths.
I wanted to be rainy in your rainy season.
Just got lost to the word 'reality'...।
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Your welfare was my only four nabhumi...
Close to the door, standing in the house, I am...
If you call me, that's the state, to temporarily...
Maybe he has been writing again after twenty years... in your address...
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This is him and some in the store in the store
The old all documents, day puñjikā and prēskripasanēra crowd in the crowd
The hundreds of stories, around a few pages around the poetry I still like...
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Remember? At the first side of the wedding...
In Bed, you were dragged by the proud wife.
Where is his quality bhāṅgābē, to praise the former lover
You were laughing at the hospital.
The eyes of the eyes are looking at the girl...
I was shaken by the quake on his nose.
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Look at work, come on, come on in this city. That's the way to look at the knob, the car glass of the car, known as familiar faces, familiar emotions, familiar...
Some memories were suddenly swept away with peace...
Two hands from belly flowers... some steps in samatālē...
My reflection of the moment in a few moments...
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Maybe there will be a chair to get chairs in a full the yard.
Son of a boy, wife, son, grandson, grand, grand...
Brighten, you will say, you are your first love story...
Silver Moon and snow wind.
It's gonna say that all your boys are people...
I'll be in a cup of tea.
Your Kalpalōkē is the first one...।