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Apr 2021
How many sins before the final medcine
The medcine of peace
When the soul leaves the body
When the corpse is burned
And the ashes are flow
Oh! How much I crave the medecine
But I know I am not prepared for that drug
Pakhi Singhal
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Pakhi Singhal  15/F
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