So, tell you all crows are white
They serve me without any profit.
But, you love for my money
And property also.
Still mother wait me,
Lighten her eyeslantern.
Daydreams get off me
When, become mad mind
Train going far away
Colours fade out to blind,
Be imagine glorious blossom
But evening star reaches out
Behind black clouds.
There ended my vision.
Here are told you touring birds
Return their nest very soon.
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
So, tell you all crows are white
They serve me without any profit.
But, you love for my money
And property also.
Still mother wait me,
Lighten her eyeslantern.
Daydreams get off me
When, become mad mind
Train going far away
Colours fade out to blind,
Be imagine glorious blossom
But evening star reaches out
Behind black clouds.
There ended my vision.
Here are told you touring birds
Return their nest very soon.
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