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diya britto - ghalib lyrics

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smear red powder on my cheek
and call me yours
clasp gold anklets round my feet
and call me yours

this love is a fruit on my family tree
that’s rarely been tasted before

speak to me in poetry
and call me yours

words from ghalib and rumi
to call me yours
pull from the depths of my history
uncover what once was a mystery
before

hazaaron khwaishein aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle
desires to be loved by you, desire for your love
to stay

- diya britto lyrics

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