How brutal is it when a mother's dream is slaughtered with every discrimination a society makes? How brutal is it when a mother's dream is slaughtered with every discrimination ...

When you sleep at the night. I could stay awake. When you sleep at the night. I could stay awake.

Then she lit the lamps of dusk in niche of bosom! And walked away by the fall of leaves of autumn! Then she lit the lamps of dusk in niche of bosom! And walked away by the fall of...

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I dreamt of tomorrow As I let go of yesterday I dreamt of tomorrow As I let go of yesterday

I adorn the dream of love. I adorn the dream of love.