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Awake. First thing you see. A vast radiant moon, Staring at you since eternity. Smile and feel the shallowness Of the dark beautiful night. Feel the wind in your hairs Whispering the songs of the dead. And wait, Your time will come Just before the morning sun. So, you better run and run Your time will come..
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
Songs of the dead.
Awake. First thing you see. A vast radiant moon, Staring at you since eternity. Smile and feel the shallowness Of the dark beautiful night. Feel the wind in your hairs Whispering the songs of the dead. And wait, Your time will come Just before the morning sun. So, you better run and run Your time will come..
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19/M/India
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
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