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By the old temple,
Peach blossoms;
A man treading rice.
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Suspiria
The Dwarves
It was in the month of May We decided in the sway It was in the month of May We decided in the sway
Thus we can wipe out the Mischief-maker without any trace Thus we can wipe out the Mischief-maker without any trace
Laying down in my bed today I wonder, it is time we surrender Laying down in my bed today I wonder, it is time we surrender
School is a daily routine for everyone In the morning, we are sure to make a fuss. School is a daily routine for everyone In the morning, we are sure to make a ...
Fairy lights igniting Brightness with candles And Diyas burning leisurely Enjoying all t... Fairy lights igniting Brightness with candles And Diyas burning leisurel...
But our memories will dwell Deep down the core. But our memories will dwell Deep down the core.
Some may say Celsius, some may say Fahrenheit, But no matter in what units, the temperatures are ... Some may say Celsius, some may say Fahrenheit, But no matter in what units, t...
O my strong warrior mother divine. O my strong warrior mother divine.
Oh Dear, I miss you so much... The little girl that I was. Oh Dear, I miss you so much... The little girl that I was.
Nature's ranting out to humans Nature's ranting out to humans
WhatsApp news one sees Daily noise simply does not cease WhatsApp news one sees Daily noise simply does not cease
Growing up is so strange... We don't realize, Growing up is so strange... We don't realize,
Maa and Paa you're now away, I still love you and miss you each day. Maa and Paa you're now away, I still love you and miss you each day.
The four sat under the tree to gossip and chatter till the night arrived The four sat under the tree to gossip and chatter till the night arrived
I want to be a wordweaver I want to weave beautiful stories and odes I want to be a wordweaver I want to weave beautiful stories and odes
Those were the days Filled with mom' scolding Those were the days Filled with mom' scolding
The first day of school was full of fright. The first day of school was full of fright.
The flowers in my garden Tell me to thank nature The flowers in my garden Tell me to thank nature
The time we all spent has come to an end The things we know will become our past The time we all spent has come to an end The things we know will become our p...
Bring me to you, I’ll know what happiness is. Bring me to you, I’ll know my purpose is served. Bring me to you, I’ll know what happiness is. Bring me to you, I’ll know my ...