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You the creator of the nature,you frame the words of the people,but, why you shed your tears in miniature? ,why frame your false laughter?Blowing by t..
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Oh heavenly world! Oh heavenly world!Let there be no boundary to divide us,no arms to kill the dreams,let there be grasses to sleep,skies to dream, la..
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As I removed the curtains, she fell bright on my face,she do her monotonous work, irrespective of human race.Climbing up the hills, sinking down the s..
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From the broken huts to squalor paths, the sound of poor cry hits me.From generation to generation, from calendar to calendar,the promises to ..
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When the paths get covered by dense fog,
when the sun sleeps a bit more,
when the forests wear its new clothes,
when the faded yellow light brings ..
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