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Wednesday, 13 March 2013

Yearn And Aches.

A swan in the lake
The lake is gloomy
The Skies are cloudy
A day even worse than the mid-night.
Someone sing a lullaby.

Sun without sunshine,
Mountains Without Peaks,
Fountains of Saline Water.

I have been awake for days
Days are Nights
Nights are Day
Someone sing lullaby.