You cannot taste a song but you can feel the tune relishing your heart where strings of music belong. — Munia Khan
You cannot taste a song but you can feel the tune relishing your heart where strings of music belong. — Munia Khan
You cannot taste a song but you can feel the tune relishing your heart where strings of music belong. — Munia Khan
You cannot taste a song but you can feel the tune relishing your heart where strings of music belong. — Munia Khan
You cannot taste a song but you can feel the tune relishing your heart where strings of music belong. — Munia Khan
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You cannot taste a song but you can feel the tune relishing your heart where strings of music belong.

— Munia Khan
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