Rima Dhruv
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Focus divides unattention of every human being...
It solidifies the relationship within sours of the gratitude of all human souls...
Child in the ...
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Wings To Fly
Mother's Love
Poverty
Hearts
Smoke
Laughter
Food Cravings
War
You know you're doomed When its 2.30 and you're locked up in your room, You know you're doomed When its 2.30 and you're locked up in your room,
She flew high up in the sky waving To the bicycle at her door, She flew high up in the sky waving To the bicycle at her door,
It's not about You my love, Not even about Me, It's not about You my love, Not even about Me,
Let me be raised, No less than a male... Let me be raised, No less than a male...
When I come to the end of my Journey When I come to the end of my Journey
When the heart cries from deep anguish When the heart cries from deep anguish
I wanna see the earth through the bird's eye, I wanna see the earth through the bird's eye,
Hanging retort shaped nests woven from leaves, Knot grass strips while building nests to weaves..... Hanging retort shaped nests woven from leaves, Knot grass strips while buildi...
Queen is one but fertile male bees are hundreds, Worker nurse bees are scores of hundreds... Queen is one but fertile male bees are hundreds, Worker nurse bees are score...
You ever wonder what's it like in the back of a restaurant? You ever wonder what's it like in the back of a restaurant?
After all, we are all imperfect After all, we are all imperfect
And I was a bird, afraid to fly. You so patiently gave me wings.... And I was a bird, afraid to fly. You so patiently gave me wings....
The unforeseen luck of a curse, The unforeseen miracle of the universe, The unforeseen luck of a curse, The unforeseen miracle of the universe,
I am going back to the known, yet I am scared. I am going back to the known, yet I am scared.
The story is thin and wavering, White as a face in the First apple blossoms... The story is thin and wavering, White as a face in the First apple blossoms.....
Sorry babes, you're more than being fond of to me. You're a tender. Sorry babes, you're more than being fond of to me. You're a tender.
The grave full of dead people; buried and all The grave full of dead people; buried and all
This Huffing honour domineers, In breasts alone where he has place... This Huffing honour domineers, In breasts alone where he has place...
Men who write, ballads and prose Men who write, ballads and prose
With deep wounds carrying in my heart, I sit down to put my sorrows in the form of art. With deep wounds carrying in my heart, I sit down to put my sorrows in the f...
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