I can’t forget that very day
When you used to with me stay
How much pleasant the scene would be
When you played in rain with me!
How much sweet the gestures would be
That we made in boisterous glee!
Now When rains, I really tend
To have your company or like you a friend
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Author:
saif (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Special occasion
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