The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me for long,
But from child I have something inherent in me
The ability to spread love rather than hate;
If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played and forgotten
Like the rain of yesterday……….!!
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chala bavundi..kakapothe koncham senti ekkuvayndi!
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