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Feb 2021
I was at the balcony so high
A golden plate shines bright above the sky
Even it's beam fell on to me
On, could you tell me? Can I come to you and be free

Wolves are howling at the plate, shine bright
That plate gives me a golden sight
Waiting for you, or I'll come to you
I'm waiting for the moon down by the street
Methmi Mandara
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Methmi Mandara  14/F/Colombo, Sri Lanka
(14/F/Colombo, Sri Lanka)   
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   Eshwara Prasad
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