Pyaasa
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Leave it to the servant, dear.
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Come along, serve the drinks.
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How could l..
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.apprise her of my love.
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The words froze on my lips.
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Tears welled in my love.
:59:36
In the gallantry
of frigid hearts.

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Where pleasure is sought.
:59:44
Clammy fingers cling
to the cup of whine.

:59:47
I quaffed the wine,
a drop was spilled.

1:00:00
An extreme despair
came to my rescue.

1:00:07
Receiving my poet, out of pity,
she deigned to love me.

1:00:18
Who are the fortunate ones..
1:00:22
..who gain the love they seek.
1:00:31
Great Mr. Ghosh! Even your
servants recite poems.

1:00:38
I'll arrange for the dinner.
- Can only rich be the poets?

1:00:44
Go ahead, young man.

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