i can't
to the white beard - i won't talk to her. i can't touch her, i can't take her in my arms, or on the pretence of dancing, hug her. i can't kiss her or sing her any lullabies either.
and then the white beard said to me - you can't do much kid, if you are dead
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kya hain yeh??
:( didnt get it... who is white beard..
thought frmall poss angles :(
chakoli - samjo aur batao
rrr - you are the creative head, you gotta decode...
samy - you :D
skeets - :D
mere pass to akal hain hi nahi smaja aur samjane kii baaton se bahut door hoon mein;-))
ab batao bhi kya MATRIX banaya hain yeh?;-))
How predictable..
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