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I cannot see what the God has chosen for me
Nor the oceans and depth of sea
But i can feel the soft incense if flowers
Even though i stucked in the heights of towers
I want to demolish all these boundaries
The greenery of nature has pulled down my miseries
Now my life is moving slow
Just like water of river flow
Then there comes a tragic turn
Which ends my life by ashes in urn

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