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My arm becomes your pillow My voice your music My rhymes your lullabies I tell to myself one last rhyme But it takes atleast fifty for you to sleep
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
Zzzzz...
My arm becomes your pillow My voice your music My rhymes your lullabies I tell to myself one last rhyme But it takes atleast fifty for you to sleep
swathi-eruvaram
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
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