still I tried to accomplish them
still the sound of struggles,debates,dispute
came to my ears playing the violin of pain
Your whitey book,your freak heart ,your tears
the suicidal attempts of madness girls who were raped in syangja
the gorgeous girl with crook heart were still carried signs of aging
Belinda turned out to be sweet sixteen
The Waste Land and Fisher King,Madan and his Lhasa
the greediness of the wolf ,the flowers on the tomb
the mekhela she wore ,the masyaura she had
still sound classic to me still makes me hanged.
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