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My life is bank paper, and it remained so.
My tears washed away what was written on it.
A sudden strong whiff of wind removed the flower from the branch.
Neither wind nor the garden to be blamed for this.
Fragrance was lost in the air, leaving nothing behind.
I have no abode, no world like a flying bird.
Neither way to move on nor any destination to reach.
Only a dream of my beloved is with me now.
My life is a blank paper and it remained so forever.
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