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noye shudhu bhalobasha,
noi akaron prem e andho....

jani tumi ami amader tori
ajo shei bondhutto
tomar chotto tori bolo amaye nebe ki?..........


chader alo jodi bhalo lage
keno hoye jaye jhapsha?
tomar ei tori jodi chole jaye
fire ashbena
joto bhalobashi tare
dure..roye jabe tato ami jenechi

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