Is it the excuse of errors
Or bounded in memory it resides
If and when it comes
It gives happy sensation
Down the veins
A thirsty glass of water
And watering the roots
Are they not symbolizes
The giver of abundance
The mortality is my boundation
Otherwise 'm at par with freedom
Or bounded in memory it resides
If and when it comes
It gives happy sensation
Down the veins
A thirsty glass of water
And watering the roots
Are they not symbolizes
The giver of abundance
The mortality is my boundation
Otherwise 'm at par with freedom
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