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Forgetting an old love's memories

As we speak, in Assam it drizzles.

The moon tonight, as i see it.

Seasons pass me by. I grow stronger, i grow old. Love- stays a raw wound.

It's not a tragedy It's my life An impossible love affair Me and life, life and me Hiding forest fires in our souls We waltz around in our wild..

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