Make for me a place within your heart
On which I can depend. For only you
Touch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,
Home through all the wanderings of my years,
Eden that no other can renew,
Root I cannot rend through rage or art.
Tum bhej rahy ho SMS! * * * * * SMS bheja ja raha hai! * * * * * tum ne bheja SMS! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ullu ke pathey, sharam nahin ati bakwas kerty hoay, SMS parh rahy they ya bhej rahy they
Whisky, Beer & Cigarettes Are A Person''s Worst Enemies...
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Rn''t They...?
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But The Man Who Run Away 4rm His Enemy Is A Coward
So Cheers... ;->
