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Sep 2015
He who believes in fate and fall,
Never loses hope at all,
Knows in life there comes time,
When all goes wrong, nothing fine
Remains around, we feel alone,
Our heart hurts and makes us moan,
But our hope pushes us ahead,
Makes us toil, though time bad,
We fall and rise and lump and move,
Finally we find us out of groove.
Written by
Zulfiqar Ali Bhatti  Pakistan
(Pakistan)   
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