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Mar 2011
There is no heaven and there is no hell
An ear to the ground and an eye on the hill
Building our memories on shifting sand
We look back to see an arid land
Waiting for the train we lie awake in bed
Dreaming of the dreams to bring back the dead- Nausher
Nausher Banaji
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