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Diksha Dhiman Aug 2020
Dont come to me with box full of
Brightest stars
Magical moonbeams
Colours of rainbows
Heavenly clouds
Come to me with box full of
Dark, dusk and gloom
I want to see my angels growing
I want them to fly high
I want them to bloom
With in all.

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