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.. Want to know too much
Want to know too much
Are you the same as before?
Or has changed a lot.
If it is still the first morning
Cover the bath with pure flowers
I used to think of worship in the house of Thakur
Would like to know
Is it still late when I return home in the evening?
How many eyes are filled with water?
Even if the night is niggood
The autumn is left open beside the story
I am crying and weeping at my heart
Want to know too much ..