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Oct 2016
The music starts to fade,
It has been an hour of listening,
Tired of those old musics of my past,
Wondering if when will I be free from melancholy.

Until I heard that single strum coming with a mysterious smile,
Bringing me back with a new set of harmony,
Never will my ears be tired to listen,
Never will my heart be tired to pumps up for you.
Not everything that you can see depicts their real picture.
Alcris Mendoza
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Alcris Mendoza
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   Raghu Menon
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