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There is an end ;
and there is a start,
In between is written;
the stories of hearts.
Hearts that beat;
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Streams so many,
But thirsty was the soul.
That one desire,
In deep heart's core.
A desire that lost its attire.
But sings..
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Streams so many,
But thirsty was the soul.
That one desire,
In deep heart's core.
A desire that lost its attire.
But sings..
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Nothing stays,
Darkness of nights
and brightness of days,
Neither tomorrow nor today.
Sadness walk along all the way,
Happiness that give us m..
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I've seen how pleasures become pain,
I've seen how dry become rains.
how trust come sealed with betrayal,
And how meaningless become prayers.
T..
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No delight on praise,
No anguish resound.
Stillness just prevail ,
lifelessness is found.
To such calmness I am bound,
Constantly miss to feel..
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To say they were the days so few,
the only span when happiness grew.
The only daysthenn,, , only nights,
When heart had peace of passions true...
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