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Same
A lover said to his beloved:
At least one thing is same between you and me..
we could not become same..
but my thoughts have become the same, you demand !
(~afterwind~)
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As the love grows more and more,
The lover starts losing his own colour.. and he gets painted with the love of beloved..
A time comes, when he has lost himself completely and,
his likings, qualities, taste and behaviour become according to taste or appreciation of beloved,
(~afterwind~)
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