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We all negotiate this precipice In a file towards the same. Some walk, some tiptoe. We do it in our own way. We all roll the dice. We all progress different, when we play this game. But in the end we’d be together... Sharing the ground we shall sparsely lay.
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 5:39 AM UTC
Endgame
We all negotiate this precipice In a file towards the same. Some walk, some tiptoe. We do it in our own way. We all roll the dice. We all progress different, when we play this game. But in the end we’d be together... Sharing the ground we shall sparsely lay.
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 5:39 AM UTC
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