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Abstract Drama
Delusions are must
To keep yourself sane,
Otherwise insanity might engulf you
While you are putting the pieces back together.
That’s Who I ...
We’re At Libe...
True Empowerm...
Serendipity
Ekla Chalo Re...
Therapeutic I...
Modern Dating
Daughter To A...
I Haven’t Fai...
Borrowed Love
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...
Dread do I that this bud will last, To obscure my presence. Dread do I that this bud will last, To obscure my presence.
Two girls who knew how to live in the moment Two girls who knew how to live in the moment
Where's the freedom, where's the life? Where's the freedom, where's the life?
The earth begs us to save it... The earth begs us to save it...
The Rainbow is then certain to appear... The Rainbow is then certain to appear...
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want to be younger... While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want t...
Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of candles burning? Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of ...
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
She was petite, with long hair neatly combed into a bun, Her eyes always carried the burden of he... She was petite, with long hair neatly combed into a bun, Her eyes always carr...
Under that Bodhi tree of life,... Under that Bodhi tree of life,...
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Motherland.... Motherland....
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
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 ...
The butterfly kisses the flowers.. The butterfly kisses the flowers..
fierce lovely water... fierce lovely water...
Not to anyone but to yourself. Not to anyone but to yourself.
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