Divine love, unutterable and perfect, flows into a pure soul the way that light rushes into a transparent object. The more love that it finds, the more that it gives itself; so that, as we grow clear and open, the more complete the joy of loving is. And, the more souls who resonate together, the greater the intensity of their love, for, mirror-like, each soul reflects the other's. (Dante)
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Sangdil Riwajoon ki ya Imart-e-Kohna Toot bhi Tou Skti hay
Yeh Aseer Sehzadi Choot bhi tou Skti hay
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