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Just like any other day, this day will pass,
Like every day, the sun will dissolve in the sea,
With every blooming bud, the older one withers away,
Though the blooming, it still remains.

The fog in the air beholds some mystery,
Some mystery, we all try to run away from,
We run so as to never face those stories,
Those stories that unfold some storm.



~ Sanchari


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