You tickle my fancy and I fancy a tickle.
Main thumse pyaar karthe huun.
Words are useless, when they face such a formidable 'friend'
They cannot carve truth in to beauty of such depth
They merely scratch the surface, tempting retaliation
They fail to distinguish, they fail to deliver
Words are just words, though they long to be more
To reach such heights, to feel what they're meant for
Main thumara ya.
The End
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You tickle my fancy and I fancy a tickle., which
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"Love is in the air, and I'm high. I miss her."
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