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When the dreams die, Burst inside, Flame within, Chaos the interior, With unheard howling cries. When the dreams die, The deceased diverges, Intellect shatters, World looks hideous, The water cries. When the dreams die, Is like a half carved statue, Undef

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Prakash B Hegade

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