Sanjana Sunilkumar
Classics Inspirational Children
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The Power Of ...
Evy
Snowy, The Pu...
Here comes Ra...
I am more
Fighting For ...
Many more blu...
Not another C...
The dirty dru...
The psycho si...
Peeping into the screens, that whole day, Peeping into the screens, that whole day,
The sadness on faces like you do. No, no, you touch the soul. The sadness on faces like you do. No, no, you touch the soul.
But Sundays get over as fast as the flick of a pen But Sundays get over as fast as the flick of a pen
Humanity that has been cast aside, let us find.. Humanity that has been cast aside, let us find..
Your smile will be our greatest treasure! Your smile will be our greatest treasure!
Only the Average is stuck with it. Only the Average is stuck with it.
Every time you flip They utter a newfangled tale you wrote once Every time you flip They utter a newfangled tale you wrote once
At last, Summer found his lost bride crimson. At last, Summer found his lost bride crimson.
It's time for bed... It's time for bed...
.. i.... tremble and fall.. .. i.... tremble and fall..
I see my India as a dream-destination! I see my India as a dream-destination!
Trees are the kindest things I know, They do not harm, they simply grow. Trees are the kindest things I know, They do not harm, they simply grow.
A zest of colors merge... A zest of colors merge...
I brushed a stroke of orange on a clean coral canvas and waited not too long to see its meaning f... I brushed a stroke of orange on a clean coral canvas and waited not too long ...
Home is in our where one is fine. Home is in our where one is fine.
All’s Well that Ends Well! All’s Well that Ends Well!
Sometimes you know a man in real, Once he is lost in the unreal... Sometimes you know a man in real, Once he is lost in the unreal...
Life suddenly has so much room, For feelings of every kind. Life suddenly has so much room, For feelings of every kind.
She struggles to sleep. The blacks of her eyes staring through her eyelids to the white ceiling, She struggles to sleep. The blacks of her eyes staring through her eyelids to t...
We are little sparked.... We are little sparked....
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