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Cloudy skies
When sun goes to town, sun rises to shine, sun’s just the relief of dying’s last whine. We suffer our pain no matter how high sun goes, higher and higher we made our own sky. Don’t be so distressed and talk to yourself - because your own self is the only shelf which contains the truth, and thousands of spoilt and fancy and rude and neverending ending ends.




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