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Between lines lie spirits, Spirits once caged in thoughts. Between lines lie spirits, Spirits once caged in thoughts.
The poem is about the sufferings of a person whose dreams were replaced by other's thoughts The poem is about the sufferings of a person whose dreams were replaced by other...
Love me for my virtues, hate me for my flaws. Love me for my virtues, hate me for my flaws.
The old gets thrown and a new is found. The old gets thrown and a new is found.
A fire that lights faces of truth, a fire whose hunger never ceases. A fire that lights faces of truth, a fire whose hunger never ceases.
Serene is the sight, Blue, green and white. Serene is the sight, Blue, green and white.