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As he touched the string on the lute,
The breeze seemed to whisper,
His robes floated,
His locks flowed,
His head thrown back,
He sighed,
Those eyes were carved from stone,
But He could almost feel their gaze,
And he could see them blaze
He picked the string gently,
Will he ever find her,
he smiled
She might be real, he mused
Or
Will she just remain a fairy tale.
Kumkum Bhagya
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