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Love is a passion that needs no words, it speaks out of itself. |
| Sky has drawn the sword of crescent to hit the mound witnessing the scene are clouds scattered around wind moves caressing thy hairs whispering a secret and the flowing stream tries best to steal the sound. The beautiful face with the soft, silver night cover sweet voice not makes know the time pass over people strive wholeheartedly for the worldly cares do not recognize and condemn sayings of a lover. The scenario and the vastness beyond the sight backbites about the lordship of the only might heroes fight hard against the heavy odds of enemy but lay arms instantly before the tender Knight. |