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In the middle of the market a statue stands,
A girl with a face not real...The curly hairs bouncing over the wind,dancing as waves, stretching below ..
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After 12 years of schooling,After 4 years of graduation,Its time i close my books and come out to venture.A perfect job is my hunt,To stand on own leg..
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The year of 365 days ends...I drop my tears, bad luck and those bitter momentsinto my glass (along with the ice cubes)The ice and my years experience..
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The happiness of being in mother's arm
could never be replaced.
Mom's story on the clouds, rain and springs ends
She lets me to my bed;
covered ..
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Everytime,I fall for your promises.I believe, its true this timeYou would keep up each wordand prove I heard it right.Again I am disappointed.But agai..
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I extend my hands,He holds them tight.We break-free our handsmove a feet backthen, come front together.Again our hands uniteWe take each step together..
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The white bud seems ready to bloom,with little pink shades here and thereThe eagerness to witness what its gonna be trills The little bud bloomed into..
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My job takes me from place to placeI leave behind all the friends and place. No place is mine for long,as destinations keeps-up with change.Of things ..
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I forgot the thought of looking at the clock,all day, all night the time spent remains as fragrantspreading every seconds of my life...The days are be..
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Tears do fall,my guilt keeps killing me....Innocence got drenched and died in the rain of my sins.I killed a soul struggling to survive,letting his fa..
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