Theft
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Anil Kumar Panda
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The flower will bloom in the night
With the color pure white
And the moon will come up to see
The flower will dance free
Wind will blow from the dark east
Through high wall of mist
And take away the sweet essence
The flower in grief begins to dance
Slowly and silently the night fades away
The flower droops low and it can't sway
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