Breezes bring memories; mild rosy fragrance,
They played and sang of the Nightingale,
We wait to tryst, yearning for a lovely sunset
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Breezes bring memories; mild rosy fragrance,
They played and sang of the Nightingale,
We wait to tryst, yearning for a lovely sunset
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