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Terminate
I have weight on, due to a moan
Those who labour under, Striving hope
Citizen breathes with recluse
See the country's ruller, gone to be rebel
Wondering those, illusion ail
The country gone to be breakage
Seek the history, we made it fiction
Whither see the route you are, trying to fly sole.
Union wons, being a garland
Accept those man, shares drawn the ail
Explorer are unknown, about the sage
Lash out the raze, agent of rebel
Be a union of garland
Let on, make of, right drawn
Recourse the grief, for an expect
To make regin drawn, with an terminate.....
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Mr. Bhabesh
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