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They’ll bury you deep, They may boil you up too. Time will seem not to leap, There will be nothing for you to look up to. You’ll be crushed under all that pressure, Squeezing under the mighty wings of death. Certainly not a pleasure. Each time, running out of breath The endeavor is no doubt, painstaking After all, a diamond in making. -Nupur Dua
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC
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They’ll bury you deep, They may boil you up too. Time will seem not to leap, There will be nothing for you to look up to. You’ll be crushed under all that pressure, Squeezing under the mighty wings of death. Certainly not a pleasure. Each time, running out of breath The endeavor is no doubt, painstaking After all, a diamond in making. -Nupur Dua
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC
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