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زندگی کی یہی سیرت ہے '، جس کا سچا رنگ ہر گز نہیں چھپ سکتا۔ ہر ایک شخص punjabi song radio channel number اس محبت کے خوابوں میں کو دیکھتا ہے، پر ہمیشہ یہ یقین کی بجائے دور رہتا ہے۔ انسانوں کا مخزن عشق کے خواب ہیں

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