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Touch.
"We clung to books and to our friends; they reminded us that we had another part to us.” —The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society.

~~рдмрдЪрдкрди рдХी рдмाрддें।~~
рдХिрд╕ी рджिрди,
рдПрдХ рдмाрд░ рдлिрд░
рдоुрдЭрд╕े рдХрд╣ीं,
рдоिрд▓े рддू।
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рднूрд▓ी рдЕрдардиी рд╕ी, рдХिрд╕ी рдмрдЪрдкрди рдХी рдЫोрдЯी рдкुрд░ाрдиी рд╢рд░्рдЯ рдХी рдкॉрдХेрдЯ рд╕े, рдХрднी рдоिрд▓े рддू।
рдЬिрд╕рдХा рдкрддा рдиा рдоुрдЭे рд╣ो рдФрд░ рдиा рддुрдЭे, рдлिрд░ рднी рдХिрд╕ी рджिрди рдпूं рд╣ी рдРрд╕े рд╣ी рдоिрд▓े рддू।
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Worth
рдФрд░ рдпूं рд╣ी рдЙрд╕ рдЕрдардиी рдХो рджेрдЦрдХрд░ рдоैं рдХрд╣ीं рдЦो рдЬाрдКं,
рдлिрд░ "рд╣рдоाрд░े" рдмрдЪрдкрди рдоें,
рдЬрд╣ां рдХрднी рддेрд░े рд╕्рдХूрд▓ рдиा рдЖрдиे рдкрд░,
рджिрди - рджिрди рдирд╣ीं рд▓рдЧрддा рдеा,
рдФрд░ "рдоेрд░ी рдк्рдпाрд░ी рджोрд╕्рдд" рдкрд░ рдиिрдмंрдз
рдХुрдЫ рдЕрдзूрд░ा рдЕрдзूрд░ा рд╕ा рд░рд╣ рдЬाрддा рдеा।
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рдмाрддें рдпूं рд╣ी рдЪрд▓рддी рдеी,
рдХिрд╕्рд╕ों рдХा рдПрдХ рдоेрд▓ा рдеा,
рдЦाрдиे рдХा рдбрдм्рдмा,
рдХ्рдпा рддेрд░ा рдФрд░ рдХ्рдпा рдоेрд░ा рдеा?
рдЦुрд╢рдиुрдоा рд╕ा рдПрдХ рдоंрдЬ़рд░ рдеा।
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рднूрд▓ी рдЕрдардиी рд╕ी, рдХिрд╕ी рдмрдЪрдкрди рдХी рдЫोрдЯी рд╢рд░्рдЯ рдХी рдкॉрдХेрдЯ рд╕े, рдХрднी рдоिрд▓े рддू।
рдЬिрд╕े рдХुрд░ेрдж рдХрд░,
рдоैं рдЙрд╕ рдкрд░ рдПрдХ рдмाрд░ рдлिрд░ рдЕрдкрдиा рд╣рдХ़ рджिрдЦा рд╕рдХूं।
рдЦुрд╢ी рддुрдо्рд╣ाрд░ी рд╣ो, рдЬрд╢рди рдоैं рдордиा рд╕рдХूं।
рдЬрди्рдорджिрди рддुрдо्рд╣ाрд░ा рд╣ो,
рдЯॉрдлिрдпां рд╕ाрде рдоें,
рдоैं рдмांрдЯ рд╕рдХूं।
рдмрдЪрдкрди рдХी рджोрд╕्рддी рдХो,
рдоुрдХ्рдХрдорд▓ рдоैं рдЖрдЬ рдХрд░ рд╕рдХूं।
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рднूрд▓ी рдЕрдардиी рд╕ी, рдХिрд╕ी рдмрдЪрдкрди рдХी рдЫोрдЯी рд╢рд░्рдЯ рдХी рдкॉрдХेрдЯ рд╕े, рдХрднी рдоिрд▓े рддू।
рдЬिрд╕рдХा рдкрддा рдиा рдоुрдЭे рд╣ो рдФрд░ рдиा рддुрдЭे, рдлिрд░ рднी рдХिрд╕ी рджिрди рдпूं рд╣ी рдРрд╕े рд╣ी рдоिрд▓े рддू                                                                
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рдЕрдЧрд░ рдкुрд░ाрдиी рд╢рд░्рдЯ рдирд╣ीं рддो рд╢ाрдпрдж рдХिрд╕ी рдХिрддाрдм рдХे рдЖрдЦрд░ी рдкрди्рдиों рдоें рдлрд╕ी рдоिрд▓े рддू।
рдЬрд╣ां рдмीрдЪ рдХ्рд▓ाрд╕ рдоें рд╣ोрддी рдеी,
рд╣рдоाрд░ी рдЫोрдЯी рд╕ी рджुрдиिрдпा рдХी рдмрд╣ुрдд рдмрдб़ी рдмाрддें,
рдЬो рд╕рд░рд╕ों рдХे рдЦेрдд рд╕े рд╣ोрддी рд╣ुрдИ,
рддाрд░ों рдХे рд╢рд╣рд░ рдХे рдЙрд╕ рдкाрд░,
рдПрдХ рджूрд╕рд░ी рджुрдиिрдпा рдоें рдЬा рдоिрд▓рддी рдеी।
рдЬिрд╕рдХा рдкрддा рди рдоुрдЭे рд╣ै
рдФрд░ рд╢ाрдпрдж рди рддрдм рддुрдо्рд╣ें рдеा।
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рдмрд╕ рдЗрддрдиा рдоाрд▓ूрдо рдеा
рдХि рд╕्рдХूрд▓ рдЦрдд्рдо рд╣ोрддे рд╣ी,
рддुрдо рд╡рд╣ां рдЪрд▓ी рдЬाрдУрдЧी।
рдХрдм, рдХैрд╕े, рдХिрддрдиे рд╕рдордп рдХे рд▓िрдП -
рдЗрди рд╕рдм рдк्рд░рд╢्рди рдХे рдЙрдд्рддрд░ рд╕े рдЕрдирдЬाрди,
рдПрдХ рджिрди рддुрдо рднी рдмрд╕ рдЪрд▓ी рдЬाрдУрдЧी।
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рдЕрдЧрд░ рдкुрд░ाрдиी рд╢рд░्рдЯ рдирд╣ीं рддो рд╢ाрдпрдж рдХिрд╕ी рдХिрддाрдм рдХे рдЖрдЦрд░ी рдкрди्рдиों рдоें рдлрд╕ी рдоिрд▓े рддू।
рдпाрджों рдХी рдЗрд╕ рдорд╣рдл़िрд▓ рд╕े рдиिрдХрд▓рдХрд░,
рдЦुрд▓े рдЖрд╕рдоाрди рдХे рдиीрдЪे
рдХрднी рдоिрд▓े рддू।
рдЬрд╣ां рдмैрдардХрд░ рдоैं рдХрд░ рд╕рдХूं
рдлिрд░ рд╡рд╣ीं рдмाрддें,
рдФрд░ рддुрдо рдмिрди рдмीрддे рджिрдиों рдХे рдХुрдЫ рдХिрд╕्рд╕े рд╕ुрдиा рд╕рдХूं।
рдХुрдЫ рддुрдо्рд╣ाрд░ी рдмाрддें рд╕ुрдиूं,
рдХुрдЫ рдЕрдкрдиी рдмрддा рд╕рдХूं।
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рднूрд▓ी рдЕрдардиी рд╕ी, рдХिрд╕ी рдмрдЪрдкрди рдХी рдЫोрдЯी рд╢рд░्рдЯ рдХी рдкॉрдХेрдЯ рд╕े, рдХрднी рдоिрд▓े рддू।
рдЬिрд╕े рдХुрд░ेрдж рдХрд░,
рдоैं рдЙрд╕ рдкрд░ рдПрдХ рдмाрд░ рдлिрд░ рдЕрдкрдиा рд╣рдХ़ рджिрдЦा рд╕рдХूं।
рдмрдЪрдкрди рдХी рджोрд╕्рддी рдХो,
рдоुрдХ्рдХрдорд▓ рдоैं рдЖрдЬ рдХрд░ рд╕рдХूं।
- cravenly.kafir✌ЁЯП╗✍️



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