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Oct 2022
I'm looking at the world through your eyes
Tonight the birds shall fly
The trees will be verdant under moonbeams
Yet you're always unhappy
Why?
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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