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Fine tunes of sorrow ring through my ear.
Fragrant aroma of pain, no more shall I fear.
Lonely days, blooming face.
Sun is shining, hopes are dying!.
Fragrant aroma of pain, no more shall I fear.
Lonely days, blooming face.
Sun is shining, hopes are dying!.
(20/M/Nigeria)
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