A friend is a bird who can understand you and sing along with you even when you lose your voice. — Debasish Mridha
A friend is a bird who can understand you and sing along with you even when you lose your voice. — Debasish Mridha
A friend is a bird who can understand you and sing along with you even when you lose your voice. — Debasish Mridha
A friend is a bird who can understand you and sing along with you even when you lose your voice. — Debasish Mridha
A friend is a bird who can understand you and sing along with you even when you lose your voice. — Debasish Mridha
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A friend is a bird who can understand you and sing along with you even when you lose your voice.

— Debasish Mridha
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