Beginning Of The Sunrise
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when i was a little child below my own legs
when i was my mom's cute little god's gift
and my father who was not before my eyes
at that time i was left alone to survive with a pen
and that golden pen has resulted Vishal
whose works will ever be your apologize
and who will always be humble to all my friends.
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