We'll flow with the winds,
We'll live in the clouds.
You're my rain,
And I'm your beloved cloud.......
If we don't become each-other's,
We'll not belong to anyone else....
Among thousands,
One gets such good luck..
I don't know why you and this world wants to remove it,
This love is not a blemish
But a Kohl Mark.....
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