your stories
The voice of your gaze is both unfamiliar and familiar, telling stories. How can I tell you, Queen, the mischief that troubles you increases? Your eyes twinkle, there are words in them. Your tongue is silken, you captivate everyone. You are like a palanquin in my heart, like a rangoli in my hand. Your words are so innocent and childish. How can anyone remain thirsty in their youth without you? You are the moon of the sky, the sky in their youth. Why do you tease me? Listen, my friend, the depths. Don't become carefree, a lonely clarinets
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