Who hawks the entrance of house
And conversion the name of the flower
Who sees where his home is before birth
Whose mood allotted to him
Affection is not begging
No memoir an alphabet scribbled on paper
It is a light that shows the way in daytime
History is not just the story of war
Not a legend of the world, but only of grief
Love is assay that has to be passed
for a lifetime
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