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...but , then we're lost souls
few people come with a smile and leave in a hurry,
leaving a trail of tears , and looking out of the windows,
you know like a flower that bloomed full, but could not hang on,
this time the parched land must thirst yet again.
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leaving a trail of tears , and looking out of the windows,
you know like a flower that bloomed full, but could not hang on,
this time the parched land must thirst yet again.
© All Rights Reserved
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