Whatever you feel it is
What do I do with her
Maybe
I can be wrong
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Whatever you feel it is
What do I do with her
Maybe
I can be wrong
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
Blessing the thread with Victorian poetry ❤️
What has oppo turned this party into🤣
areee shruti kay iyea edward wala polish party pe thode bhang cherak dia, ab toh jan aye
Toh mere munnijan ka keya galati ,,..uske gana kaha hai 🥳
Henry Higgins is present at the party. He's the most tyrannical grammar Nazi and can't tolerate the murder of English language. Oppo sudhar jaa and cease posting your atrangi songs. 🤣
Prerna to Rishabh Taketh mine own handeth and giveth me all the loveth i des'rve
Bajju kay photo ko sine se yaar , chpakaya saia fevicol se 🥳
Originally posted by: WaqtZaya
Prerna to Rishabh Taketh mine own handeth and giveth me all the loveth i des'rve
They tell me I am cursed and I will lose my soul,
(O red wind shrieking o’er the thorn-grown dún!)
But he is my love and I go to him to-night,
Who rides when the thorn glistens white beneath the moon.
He will call my name and lift me to his breast,
(Blow soft O wind ’neath the stars of the south!)
I care not for heaven and I fear not hell
If I have but the kisses of his proud red mouth.
Tumhe mila bhi toh Henry hi milaOriginally posted by: Wistfulness
Henry Higgins is present at the party. He's the most tyrannical grammar Nazi and can't tolerate the murder of English language. Oppo sudhar jaa and cease posting your atrangi songs. 🤣
Woh bhi oppo ke samne