You thought me useless
clapping hands for this
you thought me that i am that strain
that could be sung whenever wanted
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You must not believe her Vishal.Women thy name is frailty.Hamlet is right.
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hmmm a good way to get rid of ur exaggeration..isn't it? extra charged with rage.calm down..let her go.. well nice poem for lovers have been betrayed by..