Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: We gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean. Some to throw, some to make a diamond ring. You know I didn't want to have to haunt you, what a ghostly scene. You wear the same jewels that I gave you as you bury me. I didn't have it in myself to go with grace and when I'd fight you used to tell me I was brave and if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? Cursing my name, wishing I stayed. Look at how my tears ricochet. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

Save test: यदि तपाईं यो टाइपिङ परीक्षणलाई साझा गर्न चाहानुहुन्छ भने यो प्रयोग गर्नुहोस् (केवल प्रमाणीकृत प्रयोगकर्ताहरूको लागि)।