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A plucked and crushed flower Emits the fragrance and goes to the last mile With a smiling and dashing face At last! It leaves rosy scars, behind. As the victims do With the message "Do and Die for others" "As the inner soul of a good one is always the good" "There is no change coming whether you oppose or appreciate "As tears often turn into morning dews and the morning star is the witness The message chases the killer till his last breath In such a way When one conceives and feels Neve can forgive his self "As the impossible task in the world is Forgiving own self."
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
THE TEARS TURN INTO MORNING DEWS
A plucked and crushed flower Emits the fragrance and goes to the last mile With a smiling and dashing face At last! It leaves rosy scars, behind. As the victims do With the message "Do and Die for others" "As the inner soul of a good one is always the good" "There is no change coming whether you oppose or appreciate "As tears often turn into morning dews and the morning star is the witness The message chases the killer till his last breath In such a way When one conceives and feels Neve can forgive his self "As the impossible task in the world is Forgiving own self."
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
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