Uncomfortable tie, with Ilachi chai.This number doesn't exist, grrr..... Why airtel why?
The rides back home, the lonesome room.
Tring! Tring! Ronan and Annie’s fling.
The eyes and the wine, shivers down the spine.
The apples bite, the wholesome night.
The full moon, call up late noon.
The cheeky monkey and the innocent mind.
The microphone breeze, the incessant sneeze.
The regular burps, the licks with slurps.
The butterflies there after, the monstrous laughter.
Rhyme the words, talk like nerds.
Fantasy dive, daddy at five.
The long good nights, when the sun at sight.
Our world awaits the fallen 8.
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