Holidays

The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept দ্বারা 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; সত্বর desires that dart
Like swallows গান গাওয়া down each wind that blows!
White as the gleam of a receding sail,
White as a মেঘ that floats and fades in air,
White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are;--a fairy tale
Of some এনচ্যান্টেড 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 প্রণয় you,
Like a grammar mistake,
I thing আপনি are gonna , yeah baby turn out as fake,
Every time I see আপনি a chill touch and pass me,
I think in your প্রণয় 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,
আপনি OH আপনি Oh আপনি Oh আপনি Oh,
আপনি are famous,
আপনি have got glam,
আপনি 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....................