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And the ball is busy and the time is wasted 
and the clowns are wearing the jagged cloud 
and 
a piece of grain and henna 
and a look and a sweet and sweet * and the sweetness of my heart is a heartbeat of love 
and the consciousness of Bharasel The bees are guarded 

Kalam Dahab series is shrouded 
and the silence of the perfume and whisper of the bells 
The touch of Eida says the electrifying tremor 

Love with a vengeance and needed exhilarating 
Huh to the heart of the light of my eyes