Death, You are still a stranger to me
Springs are many which touched and passed me One of those stories Reminds me about a spring Which gasped in front of me for a moment, And then passed by. Autumns deeply rooted are...
Springs are many which touched and passed me One of those stories Reminds me about a spring Which gasped in front of me for a moment, And then passed by. Autumns deeply rooted are...
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