
کلو حرامی اور پلیٹ فارم نمبر چار



Love once—not because it is easy, but because it is enough.
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Love only once, my son
Please! I beg you, love only once
You may have to cross a million mountains,
and you may have to brave the stormy seas
You may have to open just one lock,
and you may use a billion different keys
But love only once,
please, love only once
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Love only once, my son
Please! I beg you, love only once
You may have to live a million lives,
and you may have to die a billion deaths
You may have to dive very deep,
and you may take a zillion breaths
But love only once,
please, love only once
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Love only once, my son
Please! I beg you, love only once
For when you grow old,
and silence rules the long night
For when you grow lonely,
and nostalgia is hungry and takes a bite
You will think of that one love
and once again, the sun will shine bright
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Love only once, my son
Please! I beg you, love only once
For when nothing will be standing,
between you and the dark end
For when the path grows short,
and the dust smiles across the next bend
You will think of that love,
and will find once again, a lost friend



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Happiness is a wretched prostitute,
in fancy clothes and a painted attire
Her seduction is old, in fact, it is ancient,
but it tastes fresh on the lips of desire
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Happiness is the sprinkled and colored dust;
on a butterfly’s wings as the summer lingers
The colours seem eternally captivating,
but they fade within the grasp of greedy fingers
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Happiness is a deceptive illusion,
projected by the frozen moments of time
The illusion seems perfectly alluring,
but it shatters with the very next chime
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Happiness is a vulture atop the tree of life,
disguised as a magnificent bird of paradise
The brilliance of its colours blinds the eyes,
while its greedy heart is as chilling as ice
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Happiness is opium dulling our senses,
overwhelming the awareness like magic
Its fumes give a pleasure so insane,
while it blinds us to the misery, so tragic
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Happiness is pursued, yes, but only by fools,
but it is not trusted by the wise, not at any cost
Happiness breeds hard and cruel insensitivity,
while sadness brings understanding, when all is lost