Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: I was burnin' up a fever, I didn't care much how long I lived. But I swear I thought I dreamed her, she never asked once about the wrong I did. When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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