I can imagine a gate of a house wherein lives a man with lot of love. The gate is not narrow but the crowd of beloveds trying to get in made it apparently narrow.
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I can imagine a gate of a house wherein lives a man with lot of love. The gate is not narrow but the crowd of beloveds trying to get in made it apparently narrow.