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Come ! Paint my world.

If you are the one,
Come ! Do paint my world.

If you are the one,
Come ! Let me have a good look at you.

If you belong to me,
Come ! Let me share a secret with you.

If you belong to me,
Come ! Let me show you my world.

If you are the one,
Come ! Let me paint you in my hues.

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d2's arena said…
Couldn't visit your blog for a long time. I visited tonight and I was happy to realize few things after reading these blogs. I am thankful to you. Few things are there, which I realize but don't get to express like you. Your posts just transform me to "REAL".
Thanks for being a classmate, only after 2007 I searched your name in Google and found that you have a blog.

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