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Eighty four ar nai re bela
The day is done, the twilight shade is a soft caster on a world
Now, let us rush to the riverside to fill the pitcher until brimming to the fullest
the cadence and the cascade in chorus , the sky at day break ,a longing
ahoy! They call me to the mundane, a boulevard and the fading song
Now, a path less traveled by , almost none
the heart song through the river , a gush of breeze,
Never had a vision of return, a letter to befriend any and a response
the destination is the anonymity, a croon with the journey of the
boat song
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Tamanna Ferdous
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