The Final Twist
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Through the misty haze
Of the cold morn I watch you
Coming down the stairs
Smiling softly and walk upon dew
I watch you going down
The winding path to the dale
When the lone star in the
Western sky slowly turning pale
You walk away slowly
And vanish in the thick mist
Never to come back again
Giving the love story a final twist
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