OUT for now ...
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dinner...

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مــســ السعاده ـــاااء

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... ❤ ｡◕‿◕｡ ❤ ...

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love is knowing all about someone & still wanting to be with them more than any other person...


love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself...
love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone...


but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you

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QADIR KHAN

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Sure.. Take care... Hasta la Vista..

Yes...... U wrote ur name on ur signing.... Thats how i know your name...... ..... By the way, am Tia......

Yes... Am fine too, thanks..... No i don't think that we have met before.......

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Behold her, single in the field,...
Yon solitary, Highland Lass!...
Reaping and singing by herself;....
stop here or gently pass!....
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,...
And she sings a melancholy strain;....
O listen! For the vale profound....
Is overflowing with the sound.

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Will no one tell me what she sings?...
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow...
For old, unhappy, far off things,...
And battles long ago:...
Or is it some more humble lay,...
Familiar matter of today?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,...
That has been, and may be again!

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whate'er the theme, the maiden sang...
As if her song could have no ending;...
I saw her singing at her work,...
And o'er the sickle bending;...
I listen'd, motionless and still;...
And as I mounted up the hill,...
The music in my heart I bore,...
Long after it was heard no more...
~Wordsworth~:heart: