My way of life, similar to love of the,
Something of your smile, Never laugh at My door.
Partiality for open heart
Is not any secret task.
Hardly attack, gorget it-
If you can make me love.
I am deprived of her hope,
Always build aline hut.
Where are you,
Where will come a joy.
Don't wait for a second,
Don't avoidme till the last.
RABIUL SARDAR, AT HOME.(10-06-2016) /1: 20PM/THANK YOU 'MONI'.I KNOW WHERE ARE YOU NOW TODAY.THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
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