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Ye Tulip Faced, Thee I'd Hold
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You Stay Away, My Angry Love
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Would He Grace In The Balcony
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White Are The Robes, My Kamdev Wears
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When Count Is Taken of Thy Braids
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Veer-nag, I'll Go To Usher Thee
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This Is Rasul Mir, at Shahabad, Doru
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This New Volume
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This Sepration Srom Thee My Love
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That Face Is The Kaaba of Beauty
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