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Remember the day when... Remember the day when...
When the sparrow starts to sing and sun rays start to bring the freshness of air his face starts to ... When the sparrow starts to sing and sun rays start to bring the freshness of air...
But in between, I miss few ones who now treat me like a cloud But in between, I miss few ones who now treat me like a cloud