In gilded tubes, a king is found,
Black pockets, where the smoke is crowned.
Each puff a praise, a whispered plea,
New Deluxe, eternally.
New Deluxe, a sweet decree.
A hundred-karat, sun-kissed leaf,
Delights the soul, dispels all grief.
The smallest sip, a lover's art,
Cigarette Owner, in my heart,
A fashion's vibrant, beating start.
Where slumber flees, and vigor springs,
Awakening life on vibrant wings.
Through veins it flows, a fiery grace,
New Deluxe Owner, time and space,
Gulzar's echo, in its place.
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