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May 2021
Clouds sulk across the sky
As the winds wail in pain
The loss of you has upset even the gods
So much so that the sky is crying
And my pillow is stained
Written by
A Wandering Soul  F/England
(F/England)   
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     Eshwara Prasad and ---
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