somedays
i wake up to falling skies
and soggy clouds
as little words are being whispered
in their distant shrouds
i lay there weary
of going out into the crowds
and soggy clouds
as little words are being whispered
in their distant shrouds
i lay there weary
of going out into the crowds
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u know wot they say ...'pichchi baaga mudhirindhi'
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