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Nov 2012
Life is richly bought,
Life is cheaply sold,

Life is dead cold...

Profit of war is death,
Profit of grief is death,

Profit of death is death...

There is a price to all things,
There is a profit to some things,

*There is also a loss of deeper things...
Rangzeb Hussain
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Rangzeb Hussain
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   Weeping willow
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