Barren lands are never irrigated
Though there are oasis in the desert.
Whatever I do,wherever I go
I find that void hardly said out
It will rest like those black dots in moon,
Hardly seen,hardly visible
But the crevices of wound is deeper
Like a nail on wooden wall
Though there are oasis in the desert.
Whatever I do,wherever I go
I find that void hardly said out
It will rest like those black dots in moon,
Hardly seen,hardly visible
But the crevices of wound is deeper
Like a nail on wooden wall
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