Lyrics belongs to us ina specific language, but music is universal. — Abrar Ahmed chowdhury
Lyrics belongs to us ina specific language, but music is universal. — Abrar Ahmed chowdhury
Lyrics belongs to us ina specific language, but music is universal. — Abrar Ahmed chowdhury
Lyrics belongs to us ina specific language, but music is universal. — Abrar Ahmed chowdhury
Lyrics belongs to us ina specific language, but music is universal. — Abrar Ahmed chowdhury
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Lyrics belongs to us ina specific language, but music is universal.

— Abrar Ahmed chowdhury
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