Rita De
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The essence of love,
Be it of the earth
Or of any other land
Can not be cazed in any shape.
THOUGHT WAVE
Where Does De...
There Could b...
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The Gifts of ...
The Essence O...
The Essence o...
Pain-stricken
The Embrace
The embrace
Hurts the world’s voices when, shattering the poor heart Alive we are, but dead when every corner... Hurts the world’s voices when, shattering the poor heart Alive we are, but de...
So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite long, with the situatio... So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite lon...
I know you don't need me anymore. I know you don't need me anymore.
Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger
Very nice... Very nice...
Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma? Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma?
I bleed.... Red! I bleed.... Red!
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
Nice.... Nice....
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open hearts, My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open heart...
Walking past a temple, heard the bells ring, In glory of you mother we stand here and sing. Walking past a temple, heard the bells ring, In glory of you mother we stand ...
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
At times when my eyes are wet, When it’s about time for sun set, At times when my eyes are wet, When it’s about time for sun set,
And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what is not and then wish... And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what ...
'Breathe' they say.... 'Breathe' they say....
The butterfly kisses the flowers.. The butterfly kisses the flowers..
Not to anyone but to yourself. Not to anyone but to yourself.
What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love for the open road. What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love fo...
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