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This is all about her who made me to write this poem. |
| No one is there like her If you find everywhere, forever Here is a throne to sit Waiting for her, that is my heart Life is meaningless in such a case If you miss a friend like her oh friend... What made you to put me off Let me know whether you are deaf Yes it is the fact, I am sure No one can substitute her Because no one is there , never A friend like her , anywhere |