Hey, shout! my dear
For the villain's cheer, My rose has fallen, Over here. I descend the steps, To take you there, But over here, You will find a mare. A mare will, Though represent, Tend to be a deadly fare. Hey, shout! my dear, Though not shout, For you will make, A sudden-ed pout. My soul will though remain, Not with you, I ascertain, It will rest in the peace of yours, The wider you spread, You may make it browse, But with peace I claim, For the sake of Karan's name.
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