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timila-2

language: newariz
(timila 1 got destroyed so here is part 2 of it. sorry guys)

taa ei lipa chha hakana wohe ka:shi wala
aa:na wohe timilayaeta swola
aa:la chha musukka nhilaa timilayaeta swoya bila
saayad chhangu manasuwa puuwona the chowna

chhangu khobi swoar mafuma wo jui hae kha
aa:la jita chhangu khwale chowngu muskaan na sway mayala
ji guli swarthi khanika dhaka ji wo chanhear tini sila
kha ji aataka na wohe mikha jhyala shhanta swoya chownima he kha

aa:la chha timilayaeta swoyanhila nhila kha lhai
jila ashwakhowta la kha, chha aamthe nhiugu khana nuhale  shyai
jigu nugala "jita swoya nhyusa jyu" dhaka dhai
kha ji aatakana chha timila mappa kha lhagu nyana chowna
kha lha lha jigu na kaila dhaihu aasha piya chowna tini

ae na masyuma timila yata swoya nhilima mayju
chhangu muskaanye hae jigu nugaya shanti du
chanhe ji aa na chha nappa dana waya chowngu du
kha ji aa:taka n chha nappa nmatina yana chowna tini

chhangu matinaye dubinigu aasha jwona
thauna cha lyu lyu dana waya tini
timila nappa kha lhaibalae gana machaeka
jigu na kaila dhaithe aasha kuna chowna

kare timila chha jusa dhaibyu woita
jigu naa chaka dhaya byu
na kaala sa dhaigu jula chhanta
timila timila jimha timila
bas jui masiwala jita timila

:yakaa jujaa
edited ny: ravi maharjan

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