Stood he infront of the facade
Yellow was it with a pinch of green and red,
Got the old view of some trees,
They are there still after so many years,
And
Ah!
the sweeping breeze,
And
Ah!
the sweeping breeze...
At least they have given her The State Funeral With tongue cut, She could not have spoken for The rare award, The police have done the th...
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