Monday, February 25, 2019
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Days are as swift as an indian arrow Flying like a shooting star The present day is here Which we cannot say is ours But only say i...
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FEAR When I was young I built these cruel bars This cold confining cage that shuts me in, ...
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NICKNAMES The one my soul is searching for is not here. Where has he gone? The one like a lit ...
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Days are as swift as an indian arrow Flying like a shooting star The present day is here Which we cannot say is ours But only say i...
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