Drunken Fate
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Once I sat calmly
With my deep thought
Alone in a place, lonely
And started writing..
I lost my pen!
Again sat after dancing
Paper flew whither
Knew not!
I shouted, who is that?
With mirth whispered
I am your lost thought
With your drunken fate
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