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Agar main jaanti...

ki tumhe khokar phir main kuch bhi na paaoongi
ki tumhare haath ke baad koi haath mera na ho payega
ki tum itna door jaake bhi hamesha mere paas rahoge
ki tumhara ek pal ka saath mere baaki sab palo ko bemaani kar dega
ki mera ye adhura ehsaas har pal adhura hi rahega
ki meri khud ki pehchaan mere liye bhi anjaani rahegi
ki main saare jahaan mein tumhari aankhon waala pyaar dhoonti reh jaaoongi

to ... shayad...

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