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Strange – is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.

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Make him obsess with a single text. اس دن کے بعد ہم دونوں روز ملنے لگے۔ جب فری پیریڈ ہوتا میں اور منیر کینٹین میں اکھٹے کچھ کھاتے پیتے اور باتیں کرتے ۔.