Shourya Seth
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The bright moon glows
In the water that flows
Ocean holds up the mirror
As its beauty gets clearer
Darkness fade away
With the moon's display
Do not hide from the night
Moon is showering its light
Flowers
Grieve
Fear
Love
Come Back
Blood shed
Grave
Alone
Light
Emptiness
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Two girls who knew how to live in the moment Two girls who knew how to live in the moment
Who is this invisible man?... Who is this invisible man?...
The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of course some health advi... The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of cou...
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart. I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart.
Oh! What do I tell you about my plight! That's how I spend the wee hours of every night. Oh! What do I tell you about my plight! That's how I spend the wee hours of eve...
Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island with a golden color. Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island wit...
And darling, I'm scared. Won't you take me home? And darling, I'm scared. Won't you take me home?
He doesn't want to dive deep anymore... He doesn't want to dive deep anymore...
Under that Bodhi tree of life,... Under that Bodhi tree of life,...
eventually became a rebel... eventually became a rebel...
I repeat this ritual, till my heart stops feeling like it would implode, I repeat this ritual, till my heart stops feeling like it would implode,
'Breathe' they say.... 'Breathe' they say....
Always live with your colour... Always live with your colour...
She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?" She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?"
The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace. The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace.
However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart. However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart.
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...
Not to anyone but to yourself. Not to anyone but to yourself.
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