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My heart is reciting stories for the first time There is a speed in my desires for the first time I have lost my senses for the first time I have recognised love, this is a new feeling

I have heard that This is the custom of loyalty The intoxication that is over my heart, It is for the first time
Sometimes like pain, sometimes pale, My life was without any name Some desires showered kindness And came forward to hold my hand

The one eye is present in my soul such that For the first time a tale was created from a single incident I have found my shelter in your arms

The words which I thought were useless, Became a necessity It’s good that some decisions of fate were made
Every moment is changed, There is an inebriation over me everywhere Love was a stranger, It is with me for the first time

I have realised this effect bow, What is this color that is over me

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