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Hours stuck in the window
after full of thrill and race
when someone behind
hiding her pale face
I come there untimely
see a sparrow wandering
during a vacuum sunset
earth floats on the fate
how the days go on
the feelings are growing
streaming into a sad song
what she thinks behind
when the lonely sparrow fugling
@Musfiq us shaleheen
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