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Sep 12
Came from nowhere, a lonely wanderer I am.
And going somewhere, till the road ends. Some sweet memories and a few dreams, And a bundle of hopes I carry with me, And that keeps me warm and alive still. Some faces, like scars of wounds, Reminds me of days that bygone. Memories of those days are my heartbeats,
And, that will never die till my last breath.
Written by
Premakumar
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