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“She robs me of my imagination, The symptoms are clear when she is near, My eyes won’t allow me to speak, Its even hard to describe her sins, Oh the August child and her innocence…” — Piyush Rohankar
She robs me of my imagination, The symptoms are clear when she is near, My eyes won’t allow me to speak, Its even hard to describe her sins, Oh the August child and her innocence…