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Dec 2014
From a distant shore, beyond this world, I hear the faintest call
the sweetest voice I ever heard, it makes me want to cry
and cry so much with the sombre night, for no reason, none at all
with eyes shut tight I listen, and let the night go by
and let the winds take me home, as I prepare myself to die
Vilakshan Gaur
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Vilakshan Gaur  26/M/India
(26/M/India)   
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