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Jani na keno je
amar sudhui odhoppoton....
nimno gami, thanda sroter
nei ko kono joton...

Shob kichu tei mojud ami....
okleshe ebong free te,
brithai tai belaye amay...
Manush nijer krite...

Amay ghirei abeg joto
amay ghiei prem...
Ami holam prothom buli...
Anything you name..

Ami chara, neiko manush
neiko bhalobasha...
Neiko harer hul bedano...
Nei ko pipasha...

Bashor raate...Biday belay
prothom "Flaker" fuke...
Kimba, abar ekla boshe.
Kimba mayer buke...

Jekhane sekhane pori ami
jethay sethay fele
kothay guje rakhe amay...
Sokale ba bikele...

Jar jonno eto kori
sei rakhe na mone
chupti kore muche fele...
Rumaler ek kone...

Eto kotha bolar mane
shunte jodi chao,
ekbar tobe choker joler
paane tumi chao...

Kanna ar o to dukho ache...
Kanna o to bhabe
Kadle tumi dekhe shobai...
Ashru kothay jabe.

Ekla pore, tai she bole...
Kichu chai na ami...
Ektu sudhu porichiti...
Oi tuku to dami ?

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