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			<title>My room</title>
			<description>she linger through the room each dayshy than ever;shy from mehides herself awayhides away in her long beautiful waterfall of hairsometimes,  find her existing in these eyesand at times.. the reason that lingers in my memoriesthis pillow carries herin form of the tears, tht are shed ..she lingers thr..</description>
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			<title>Pugli</title>
			<description>wo pugli rooz is qamray mei ati hey..per muj sy bohat sharmati hy...chupti phirti hey...kbi apni zulfun mei chupti hey..kbi in ankhun mei milti hey...r kbi meri yad ki waja ban ker...roz meray takaiy perNumm halat mei milti hey..Wo Pugli rooz is qamray mei ati hey...</description>
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