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Fantasy to be on summit,
Collect clan with cymbals.
To live in a world where their is no language of words..
Where colours are the way to say, paintings are to dedicate, eyes are to express, lips to kiss.
Under the blue bedsheet of sky,
Adore the beauty that shy,
With the gaze of our eagle eyes.
Flowers of love will blossom with the craziest fragrance spread all the way and heart will pacify.
Everything around us will seize with the splash of rain drop and all will rejoice.
Bonton stark rainbow will pop out with vibrant and vivid deeds,
Amused and the reason to heal frozen nip souls.
The ambiance will toil us to stop the hands of tick-tock, make us to kneel And beg to live long with the sound of meeting horizon..