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The Beauty She was the artistry Of the artisan That they spent their Hours to see They lost themselves Or the reason After watching - they Spoke with me She was the beauty Curing the pain That they adored and Could not part. I was suggested by One of the men I should show her my Broken heart. With my heart she had Nothing to do She remained mute and Unfeeling too I realised I could not Fulfil my goal For she was the idol Without soul.  S. Bharat
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Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 6:50 AM UTC
The Beauty
The Beauty She was the artistry Of the artisan That they spent their Hours to see They lost themselves Or the reason After watching - they Spoke with me She was the beauty Curing the pain That they adored and Could not part. I was suggested by One of the men I should show her my Broken heart. With my heart she had Nothing to do She remained mute and Unfeeling too I realised I could not Fulfil my goal For she was the idol Without soul.  S. Bharat
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Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 6:50 AM UTC
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