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In the heart of Kolkata lies the palatial palace of the redcoats The centre of architecture served as the residence of the empress of India The weapons of war, antique jewellery, charismatic gowns and magnificent paintings gleam with pride The sharp eyes of the queen catch everything around her as she sits on her throne and is ready to accept the crown Carved is the coast of arms and the last supper in the abode of the angels Spacious corridors, stained glass windows, classic architecture, lush green gardens form this cognisant seraglio The crows and Robbins are her messenger or maybe even the prima donna in disguise And every morning the angel of the sun turns around and announces the beginning of a newfangled day
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC
The Angle Of The Sun
In the heart of Kolkata lies the palatial palace of the redcoats The centre of architecture served as the residence of the empress of India The weapons of war, antique jewellery, charismatic gowns and magnificent paintings gleam with pride The sharp eyes of the queen catch everything around her as she sits on her throne and is ready to accept the crown Carved is the coast of arms and the last supper in the abode of the angels Spacious corridors, stained glass windows, classic architecture, lush green gardens form this cognisant seraglio The crows and Robbins are her messenger or maybe even the prima donna in disguise And every morning the angel of the sun turns around and announces the beginning of a newfangled day
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13/F/Bengaluru, India
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC
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