When the creation calling me to they're side
I miss u
When i cry and its seems like making a river
I miss u
When i see the sun raises from the west side
I miss u
When i walk under rain in that road again
I miss u
When i see again that cute face of doll
I miss u
When i see that pink orna(a Bengali febriks) again
And I still miss u
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