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Siva Aravindan

Classics

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Siva Aravindan

Classics

Secrets

Secrets

1 min
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Wind weeps down the lane,

With the shining stars,

Snowed down on the trees,


What are the secrets,

That lay deep inside,

The young stars glide down,


My window pane,

With the eminent glow,

Spreading rays of light.



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