
I am not a feather to glide the winds of fate
Neither I am a mountain to stand stoic
Life is no more a lake placid
Nor an stream churning rapid
Wind that howls at lonely dark nights
Is gathering strength to blow the world apart
Why hast thee leave me???
I can’t live or die free
Neither I am a mountain to stand stoic
Life is no more a lake placid
Nor an stream churning rapid
Wind that howls at lonely dark nights
Is gathering strength to blow the world apart
Why hast thee leave me???
I can’t live or die free
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