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The flame of justice, For Nirbhaya was burned, In the passage of time... The flame of justice, For Nirbhaya was burned, In the passage of time...

It almost looked Like a dreadful story It almost looked Like a dreadful story

They start concealing acts from you, once who was disclose. They start concealing acts from you, once who was disclose.

Come out of this dreadful dream. Come out of this dreadful dream.