Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: Don't listen to a word I say The screams all sound the same Though the truth may vary this, ship will carry our, bodies safe to shore Theres an old voice in my head thats, holding me back Well tell her that I miss our little talks Soon it will over and buried with our past We use to play outside when we were young, and full of life and full of love. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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