Bring Wine.
Don't bring roses as gifts
Don't bring a lamp to my grave
I have been very thirsty for years
Whenever you come, bring wine
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shakiranandini
I am model and dancer in Portugal. My father was belong to Lahore, He was Migrated Muslim, formerly from Bangalore, India and my beloved late mother was converted Hindu, based in Lahore, Pakistan. I born in Lahore and brought up in Russia. Later, I moved with my mother to Philippine for a higher secondary education. My parents got separated when I was only 12. I started her Career in 2001 from Singapore as a model and also appeared in dance programs. Later I joined as an actress/dancer and model in Svet modelek, Czech Republic. In 2013 I embraced Hinduism.
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