My first love
was born in the KOLAR GOLD FIELDS
SHE LEFT HER SMILE FOR ME
Till today I search for her
visited Kolar Gold fields
perhaps by now she must be
a golden ornament
for a person like you
Abhee- man-you...
living away from Kolar fields
will she be stillremembering me...
ask her please
love is beauty
an ever lasting memory
would she remember me
life has now become
a History
a LOVE STORY
I can't forget her
O lovely! ! !
she....
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