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Aug 2020
Dont come to me with box full of
Brightest stars
Magical moonbeams
Colours of rainbows
Heavenly clouds
Come to me with box full of
Dark, dusk and gloom
I want to see my angels growing
I want them to fly high
I want them to bloom
With in all.
Written by
Diksha Dhiman
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