I am the TajMahal

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when an era of Love died, unfortunately...
when the thread of unconditional love has cut into pieces..
when the Emporer fails to see her ever loved Queens's face
when he left the soul on the queen's graveyard..
when he lived a life of love prisoner...
I born with Mughal architecture.

I am the  Eighth Wonder & the Pure symbol of Love!

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