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Its my life.....
Into the realms of my fancy, Poetry of illusions, Split open color sketches, Thou painted a new collage. A collage of veracity, Of hapless frankness, How come these test upon me? Let me sing my frail throat, And trickle on the mandolin, It’s my life and liberty. Celebrate, come on lets dance!
.............................Priyan..........
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