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There was no magic, It was just a tragic, Stumbled over a hurdle, Then it there repeats, Deep it then sinks, Plans to overwrite my existence, But hey, I hate to see myself so, Impatient me! My roots have been shaken, Body shattered, My boots have been los

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Prakash B Hegade

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