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C_W_Ingole
Lying on a bed, His body went cold, He was very old. Body froze, Soul rose. Wet cloth on his forehead, His body drained all his sweat. His visions wail, And his body went pale. The hall was in death, As he took his last breath Alas he was dead
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Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 6:58 AM UTC
His last breath