Holidays

The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept سے طرف کی ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;--
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that out of darkness start
As flames from ashes; تیز رو, سوئفٹ desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
White as the gleam of a receding sail,
White as a بادل that floats and fades in air,
White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are;--a fairy tale
Of some enchanted land we know not where,
But lovely as a landscape in a dream.

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh,
It seems like I did a big mistake to love you,
Like a grammar mistake,
I thing آپ are gonna , yeah baby turn out as fake,
Every time I see آپ a chill touch and pass me,
I think in your love I am not gonna be free,
Ohhhhhhhhh,
I think I did a grammar mistake,
Wrote the wrong article,
Instead of him I wrote you,
Instead of him I wrote you,
آپ OH آپ Oh آپ Oh آپ Oh,
آپ are famous,
آپ have got glam,
آپ have got fame and game,
And yeah baby Its like we are never gonna be same,
Oh Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah,
I did a big grammar mistake,
Instead of him I wrote you,
In...In..Instead of him I wrote you....................