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๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ผ

ุฃูุฎูููŠ ุงู„ู‡ูŽูˆูŽู‰ ูˆูŽู…ูŽุฏูŽุงู…ูุนููŠ ุชูุจู’ุฏููŠู‡ูุŒ
ูˆูŽุฃูู…ููŠุชูู‡ู ูˆูŽุตูŽุจูŽุงุจูŽุชููŠ ุชูุญู’ูŠููŠู‡ู.
ูˆูŽู…ูุนูŽุฐู‘ูุจููŠ ุญูู„ู’ูˆู ุงู„ุดู‘ูŽู…ูŽุงุฆูู„ู ุฃูŽู‡ู’ูŠูŽููŒุŒ
ู‚ูŽุฏู’ ุฌู…ุนุชู’ ูƒู„ู‘ู ุงู„ู…ูŽุญูŽุงุณูู†ู ูููŠู‡ู.
ููƒุฃู†ู‡ู ูููŠ ุงู„ุญูุณู’ู†ู ุตููˆุฑูŽุฉู ูŠูˆุณููุŒ
ูˆูƒุฃู†ู†ูŠ ูููŠ ุงู„ุญูุฒู†ู ู…ูุซู’ู„ู ุฃุจูŠู‡ู.
ูŠุง ุญุงุฑู‚ุง ุจุงู„ู†ุงุฑ ูˆุฌู‡ ู…ุญุจู‡
ู…ู‡ู„ุง ูุฅู†ู‘ ู…ุฏุงู…ุนูŠ ุชุทููŠู‡ู.
ุฃุญุฑู‚ ุจู‡ุง ุฌุณุฏูŠ ูˆ ูƒู„ ุฌูˆุงุฑุญูŠ
ูˆุงุญุฑุต ุนู„ู‰ ู‚ู„ุจูŠ ูุฅู†ูƒ ููŠู‡ู.
ุฅู† ุฃู†ูƒุฑ ุงู„ุนุดุงู‚ ููŠูƒ ุตุจุงุจุชูŠ
ูุฃู†ุง ุงู„ู‡ูˆู‰ ูˆ ุงุจู† ุงู„ู‡ูˆู‰ ูˆ ุฃุจูŠู‡ู.

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

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ููŠ ุชู‚ูˆู‚ุนูŠ ุญุฑูŠุฉ ูˆ ููŠ ุฎุฑูˆุฌูŠ ู‚ูŠุฏ

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

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People aren't homes, they never will be.
People are rivers, always changing, I forever flowing. They will disappear
With everything you put inside them.

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ผ

โ€ูƒู† ู„ู†ูุณูƒ ูƒู„ ุดูŠุŒ ูุงู„ุฌู…ูŠุน ู‚ุตุฉ ูˆุชู†ุชู‡ูŠ."

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ผ

Be extremely proud of yourself for passing the hardest moments alone while everyone believed you were fine.

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ผ

No one in this world is pure and perfect. If you avoid people for their mistakes, you will be alone in this world. so judge less and love more.

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ผ

Dance with the waves, move with the sea.
Let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ผ

ู‡ู„ ูุฑุดุช ุงู„ุนุดุจ ู„ูŠู„ุงู‹ุŒ ูˆุชู„ุญู‘ูุช ุงู„ูุถุง ุŸ ุฒุงู‡ุฏุงู‹ ููŠ ู…ุง ุณูŠุฃุชูŠุŒ ู†ุงุณูŠุงู‹ ู…ุง ู‚ุฏ ู…ุถู‰.
-ุฌุจุฑุงู† ุฎู„ูŠู„ ุฌุจุฑุงู†

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ผ

How a person reacts to your sadness says a lot about how long they're going to be in your life.

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

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ุนุงุฏูŠ ุดูˆูŠุฉ ูˆู‚ุช ูˆ ูƒู„ูˆ ุจูŠุฑุฌุน ุนุงุฏูŠ

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

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ูˆ ุจุนุถู ุงู„ูƒูŽู„ูู…ุงุชู ู‚ูุจูˆุฑ

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ผ

ู†ุงุณ ุชู…ูˆุช ูˆ ุชุญุถุฑ ุญูู„ุฉ harry styles ูˆ ุงู†ูŠ ุงู…ูˆุช ูˆ ุงุญุถุฑ ุญูู„ุฉ ู„ู„ุดูŠุฎ ุงู…ุงู…

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

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"Someday you're going to be sitting in a little loft above the New York City sky and you're going to watch people stumbling over cracks in the road, and frantic tourists getting lost. You'll recognize yourself in the sadness of some others, but you're going to be happy. You're going to be okay. And you're going to know that your life is just beginning."

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ผ

To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy.

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

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And darling, I can't help but reminisce,
About the moments we shared, sealed with a kiss.
Just like Ed sang, we're growing old,
But our love's like a story that's yet to be told.

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ผ

ุงุชู…ู†ู‰ ุงู† ุงุชุฌุฑุฏ
ุงู† ุงุชูุฑุฏ
ุงู† ุงู†ูƒุฑ ูƒู„ ู‚ูŠูˆุฏูŠ
ุงู† ุงู†ูƒุฑ ุฐุงูƒ ุงู„ู…ุนุจุฏ
ุฏูู†ูˆู†ูŠ ููŠู‡
ูˆ ู„ู… ุงุฑู‚ุฏ
ูุจุช ุงุญุงูˆู„
ุงูƒุณุฑู‡ ุงุชู…ุฑุฏ
ูุตูˆุช ู†ุญูŠุจูŠ ู„ู† ูŠุฎูุช
ูˆ ุงู†ุง ุฃูุฌุฑุญู ุงู†ุฒูู ุงูˆ
ุงูˆ ุญุชู‰ ุฃูุฐุจุญูŽ ุงูˆ ุงุชุดุชุช
ุณุงู‚ูˆู„ ุงู‚ูˆู„ ุงู‚ูˆู„
ุญุชู‰ ุงู† ูƒู†ุชู
ูƒุจุญุฑู ู…ุชุฌู…ุฏ
ูุฌู…ูˆุฏู‡ ู„ู† ูŠู„ุบูŠู‡
ู„ู† ูŠู„ุบูŠ ู…ูŽูˆุฌู‡ู ุงูˆ ู…ุง ููŠู‡
ูููŠ ุงู„ุฌู…ุฑ ู†ุงุฑูŒ ูˆ ู„ุง ูŠุชุญุฑูƒ
ุตุงู…ุฏูŒ ูˆุงู‚ููŒ ูŠุญุชุฑู‚ู ูŠู†ุฒูู’ ุดูุนู„ุงุชู ูŠู†ุฒู
ูˆ ู†ุฒูŠูู‡ ู…ุง ู‚ุท ุงุฎู…ุฏ ุฏุฎุงู†ู‡ ุงู„ู…ุชู…ุฑุฏ
ูŠุชุฎู„ู„ ูŠูŽุทุฑูู‚ู ูƒู„ ุงู„ุงุจูˆุงุจู
ู„ูƒูŠ ูŠู†ููุฐ

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ผ

ุชู„ูƒ ุงู„ุฌู…ูŠู„ุฉ ูƒูŠู ุงุฑูุถู‡ุง
ู…ู† ูŠุฑูุถ ุงู„ุณูƒู†ู‰ ุนู„ู‰ ูƒูˆูƒุจ
ู‚ูˆู„ูŠ ู„ู‡ุง ุชู…ุถูŠ ุจุฑุญู„ุชู‡ุง
ูู„ู‡ุง ุฌู…ูŠุน ุฌู…ูŠุน ู…ุง ุชุฑุบุจ
ุชู„ูƒ ุงู„ุฌู…ู„ูŠุฉ ูƒูŠู ุงู‚ู†ุนู‡ุง
ุงู†ูŠ ุจู‡ุง ู…ุนุฌุจ

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

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ู‚ุงู„ ุชุนุงู„ู‰:
ูˆูŽู„ูŽูˆู’ ูŠูุคูŽุงุฎูุฐู ุงู„ู„ู‘ูŽู‡ู ุงู„ู†ู‘ูŽุงุณูŽ ุจูู…ูŽุง ูƒูŽุณูŽุจููˆุง ู…ูŽุง ุชูŽุฑูŽูƒูŽ ุนูŽู„ูŽู‰ ุธูŽู‡ู’ุฑูู‡ูŽุง ู…ูู† ุฏูŽุงุจู‘ูŽุฉู ูˆูŽู„ูŽูƒูู† ูŠูุคูŽุฎู‘ูุฑูู‡ูู…ู’ ุฅูู„ูŽู‰ ุฃูŽุฌูŽู„ู ู…ู‘ูุณูŽู…ู‘ู‹ู‰ ููŽุฅูุฐูŽุง ุฌูŽุงุกูŽ ุฃูŽุฌูŽู„ูู‡ูู…ู’ ููŽุฅูู†ู‘ูŽ ุงู„ู„ู‘ูŽู‡ูŽ ูƒูŽุงู†ูŽ ุจูุนูุจูŽุงุฏูู‡ู ุจูŽุตููŠุฑู‹ุง
ุตุฏู‚ ุงู„ู„ู‡ ุงู„ุนุธูŠู…

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

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ูˆูŽู„ูŽุฑูุจู‘ูŽ ู†ุงุฒูู„ูŽุฉู ูŠูŽุถูŠู‚ู ู„ูŽู‡ุง ุงู„ููŽุชู‰
ุฐูŽุฑุนุงู‹ ูˆูŽุนูู†ุฏูŽ ุงู„ู„ูŽู‡ู ู…ูู†ู‡ุง ุงู„ู…ูŽุฎุฑูŽุฌู
ุถุงู‚ูŽุช ููŽู„ูŽู…ู‘ุง ุงูุณุชูŽุญูƒูŽู…ูŽุช ุญูŽู„ูŽู‚ุงุชูู‡ุง
ููุฑูุฌูŽุช ูˆูŽูƒูู†ุชู ุฃูŽุธูู†ู‘ูู‡ุง ู„ุง ุชููุฑูŽุฌู
-ุงู„ุดุงูุนูŠ

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ผ

you will never be too much for someone who canโ€™t get enough of you.

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

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You can love someone and still choose to say goodbye to them. You can miss someone every day and still be glad they are no longer in your life.

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

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ุณู†ูŠู† ุงู„ุนู…ุฑ ุจูŠู…ุฑูˆุง ูˆ ุจูŠู†ุณูˆุง ุงู„ูŠ ูุงุช ูƒู„ูˆ

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ผ

Breathe. This is just a chapter. Not the whole story.

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

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We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple, obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

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I knowโ€ฆ
I know Iโ€™m gonna see the same view from this old bridge
But i still look everytime as Iโ€™ve never noticed it
I know i will cry listening to this song
But i still listen everytime as if i havenโ€™t memorized the lyrics
I know i will regret not enjoying some moments
But i still grieve as if i havenโ€™t ever felt broken
I know i donโ€™t wanna wake up tomorrow
But i still feel blessed sometimes

ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ…

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ุฃู†ุง ูˆู…ุงุถูŠูŽู‘ ูŠุนู‚ูˆุจูŒ ูˆูŠููˆุณููู‡ู
ู…ุงุฒู„ุชู ู…ู†ุชุธุฑุงู‹ ู…ุง ู„ูŠุณูŽ ุจุงู„ุขุชูŠ
ุงู„ุนูŠู†ู ู…ู† ุญุฒู†ูู‡ุง ุงุจูŠุถูŽู‘ุชู’ ููˆุง ุฃุณูุง
ุฃูŠู†ู ุงู„ู‚ู…ูŠุตู ุงู„ุฐูŠ ูŠุฌู„ูˆ ู…ุชุงู‡ุงุชูŠุŸ

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newyork is one of the few reasons I wanna live

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At least my new Mercedes never told me I should change
That Cartier on my wrist never caused me any pain
And if I'm suffocating, this time I can blame my chains, yeah
Especially the one that says my name

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Are you ever so sad that you can actually feel your heart ache.

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There's someone I know, who's never quite pleased
A restless soul, not content with ease
Their desires are many, yet nothing suffices
Always searching for more, their heart compromises
They chase after riches, for wealth they yearn
But the more they acquire, the more they still burn
For their heart is empty, and their soul is adrift
Never quite satisfied, always seeking a lift
They seek love's embrace, a touch that is true
But even with passion, their joy never grew
Longing for something deeper, they remain lost
In their search for happiness, they pay a high cost
The world is their playground, a stage to rejoice
Yet their spirit is restless, for they have no choice
To find what they seek, to discover what's real
And at last quell the hunger, they cannot conceal
May they find their peace, may their journey be blessed
For they are but humans, with hearts to be caressed

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