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“Let morning peek through the chinks, bringing the valley to life. Let no heart sense the needles of torment. Let the night melt away. Let dew gather on the flowers of memories. Let the pain die down in the music of the winds. To those who have lost the ones they held close, let dawn show the face.” — Jayita Bhattacharjee
Let morning peek through the chinks, bringing the valley to life. Let no heart sense the needles of torment. Let the night melt away. Let dew gather on the flowers of memories. Let the pain die down in the music of the winds. To those who have lost the ones they held close, let dawn show the face.