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The Young Moments,
Vishwas The Young Moments Decked like a new bride, The evening was flaunting, Foot-prints of a golden courtship, Left by the departing sun! “Doesn’t this bring alive, The moments of gold Of our first evening…?” Mused my love, Gazing at the sky, “When your tears
