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865. Sonnet to Imran Khan’s Unconquerable Will
864. Sonnet to the Greatness of Vladimir Putin, My Great Leader
863. O golden days of laughter, light, and play,
862. When morn breaks with hues of golden light,
861. No longer bound by passion’s urgent tide,
860. O golden days when laughter filled the air,
859. Farewell, sweet days of youth brightly shone,
858. When sorrows gather o'er my weary head,
857, I call you out, my sweet love, through the air,
856. Darling, let us take bath in the falling cataract,
855. Each night I find you in the silver glow,
854. O weeping earth, thy swollen veins run deep,
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