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"With the whispers of the wind
He feels his soul scream,

Walking down the lane
He searched for her name,

Even the slightest of feeling of her presence
Makes him turn around,

But,Nothing is seen,

For he was just a piece among those thousand dreams,

Letting go was not easy,

For his bleeding soul knew only love
Which kept him breathing."

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