- Bhim Parjol
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| Bhim Parjol |
Let me free from the Hallow
I sank on the depth of the eyes
Spring brightness Sight and follow
Wait! ready to grab rising paradise.
Your weapons rest once to roar
Who will resist the burning desire ?
Unwilling patterns being used for flowers.
Need to govern the colony saint of hair.
May my settle sink on the surface
And will dig the mainstream fresh
Aries hurricane, tide- drowning splash.
Resign the desires lead by the grace!
Need to dig bury for howling chain.
Breath Utopia- spiritual Bite again.
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