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Aug 2018
Life goes high,
And life goes low.
In between we're the feathery souls,
We fatuously flow.
Where we'll stop
We do not know,
We are the lights of heaven
We vibrantly glow.
A little up we fly
A little down we go,
Too late to catch us in cages
We are the birds of gold.
Tribhu
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Tribhu  20/F
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