White light pours on this table;
But blue it looks.
Pure love enters me;
But Desh I become.
Are we what we get;
Or what we give?
White light pours on this table;
But blue it looks.
Pure love enters me;
But Desh I become.
Are we what we get;
Or what we give?
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