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Aug 2011
Every night i slowly burn,
for all day can't give into sorrow.
Awaiting for that day to come,
with dreams of a better tomorrow.
I rest my eyes with a silent prayer,
for that day , that promised land.
To deliver me from this unfortunate dream,
and regain faith in my stand.
Nothing rhymes
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Nothing rhymes  F/India
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   Arindam Das and ---
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