lying down on bed
what i saw is your eyes
through the artificial aid
i am seeing it clockwise
let me see through it
what you clicked in it
waiting for you here
grey are becoming my hair
come back as soon as u can
Togather we will drink sugarcane
dates and dates are passing by
and Roads streets i am passing by
remind me of your presence once
hoping for your presence once
hoping for your presence once
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