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These roads hide a long way, Full of grief and hay. These roads hide a long way, Full of grief and hay.
Tears don't roll down the cheeks anymore The eyelashes don't like getting wet Tears don't roll down the cheeks anymore The eyelashes don't like getting wet
I want to be the one— Known to all and own to none. I want to be the one— Known to all and own to none.
The pain excites the valley floor of heart, As the sandstorms blow over the desert. The pain excites the valley floor of heart, As the sandstorms blow over the d...
Society is judging—her affairs Society is judging—her affairs
The sunset on the west The sunset on the west
He is not a midnight dream. He is not a midnight dream.