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and autumn has gone
but not the love
that you have sown
air is sick with fresh flower's scent
branches of trees swing and bend
earth has turned green due to new grass
dew is glittering over like crystal glass
Every thing seems in a mood of celebration
I too feel melting like a stream
coming from a glacier
and urge to shower upon you till evaporation!!!
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