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Jun 2018
If there was a hill
And you go there to pray,
You climb every steps,
Yet failed everyday.
With every fall you break
And your soul is a wreck,
Yet you reached the edge of that hill
Searching for a way.
When your prayers are heard
And they might come true,
Your wrecked soul will roam the sky fearlessly,
As I will fly by you.
Tribhu
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Tribhu  20/F
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