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Aisa hua har bar
Kisi see b
Jesi b baat ki to
Teri yaad nay
Meray Ang main
Karwaya li
Phir tarap ney raah li
Nayi shakal bani
Nayi tasweer khuli
Nay zakha
Purani chot se ubharay
Kisi b mor pe kisi b rukh main
Faqat baat Teri thi
Faqat yaad Teri thi
Kabhi damn kheench k
Kabhi raah main ro k
Iss yaad nay mujay Meri benayi see mahroom Kiya
Kitnay mAh o saal see bath k
Kitnay Easton se palat k
Is Surat nay
Sab surtain faqat murtain bana dalin!



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