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Nov 2011
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The land, it goes running past
The mirror has slipped at last
And you ask me what brought this about.

And I have a secret place
Where my shadow and I run a race
And tonight my speed has brought me some doubt
Abhilasha Roy
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Abhilasha Roy
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