Strands of different colours
Hang from his open window,
They extend to the farthest reach,
Of the street he says is his;
He had bought them for her,
To remind her of his deep love.
He did put up such a show,
That surprised her.
Even though she knew he loved her,
She needed no reassurance,
She did not object
Familiar to his whims.
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Yes sir you have captured the true essence of familiarity that help us in long run. We need take understanding of give and take...