You pluck us while we play in our mother’s lap that is soft with bed of tender leaves; What good is your worship while you prove to have no heart?- […]
You pluck us while we play in our mother’s lap that is soft with bed of tender leaves; What good is your worship while you prove to have no heart?- […]
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