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Kissing my fingers Kissing my own fingers my love I greet you all over these fingers I greet you all over my eyes What was wrong in kissing with my eyes the flowers blooming in your lips ? What was wrong holding in my hand the strands of your hair flowing down as if in shyness I agree my love Kissing my own fingers my love I greet you all over these fingers I greet you all over my eyes What was wrong with me to come into your dream and to dissolve your dream into your mine to make it a reality ? What indeed was wrong that I melted you to flowers fusing the border and barrier I agree my love you complain you couldn’t sleep in your dream the whole night. Vairagi kainla
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