There must be some place, from where it will not have to go, this bird will have its home somewhere.
Don't know which side is waiting for now, don't know which side will be the destination now.
Now the face has started looking like many faces, maybe that's why he didn't recognize it.
I am equally surprised to see, the mirror must also be very old like me.
Now you only say something my restless heart, will I have to tell everything again?
There must be some place, from where it will not have to go, this bird will have its home somewhere.
Don't know which side is waiting for now, don't know which side will be the destination now.
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