Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: I hear the drums echoing tonight, but she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation. She's coming in, twelve-thirty flight, her moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation. I stopped an old man along the way, hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies. He turned to me as if to say, "Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you!" प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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