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പോകാനെനിക്കെത്ര ദൂരമുണ്ട് പ്രിയേ ....
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  1. UnknownJune 13, 2019 at 9:45 AM

    ഓർമിക്കുവാൻ ഞാൻ നിനക്ക് എന്തു നൽകണം.. ഓർമിക്കണം എന്ന വാക്കു മാത്രം..

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