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Far high in the sky a dim cloud looked
Like a shy princess adorned with smile
And which turned me blue.
A mild wind changed the very view; the princess
To a scary witch. My face turned black .
How do we cling our belief in things
When our eyes start
Singing the song of betrayal
When so long history
Which we've learnt and admired
Turn out to be a story of a drunken man!
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Raghab
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