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Had he lived here? My grandpa?
Mother told a colossal building!
But the faded, wornout door no color.
Was that my father’s own house?
Hello, are you there? Mom knew the name.
Caretaker Hari? Yes.
None came, only the wailing wind shivered
The leaves leaves of the Mango tree, Rubber and.
The roots rolling down from an old Banyan tree
Telling of the saga ancestors'.....
I have got to know their language.
Bu şiiri puanla
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