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Sep 2016
A new morning , a new shine, a new hope, a new line,thinking about the old time, what happens next is a mystery for all time ,Sun's shine and moon's light both are same for me in this new world my new worlds make tears in another eyes and fear in another minds
pinoco
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pinoco  india
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