Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans. — Munia Khan
Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans. — Munia Khan
Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans. — Munia Khan
Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans. — Munia Khan
Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans. — Munia Khan
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Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans.

— Munia Khan
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