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“I'll find a hall full of mirrors, where you'd be all mine, We'll dance to the shores running behind; The night will shower blessings of gold With you, I wished to grow old; My eyes will run waters for the parting we behold, But We'll deny the tales of our separation foretold.” — Anshika Agarwal
I'll find a hall full of mirrors,
where you'd be all mine,
We'll dance to the shores running behind;
The night will shower blessings of gold
With you, I wished to grow old;
My eyes will run waters for the parting we behold,
But We'll deny the tales of our separation foretold.