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\nstuck at the rugged fence painted white
\non my melancholic nights.<\/p>\n
\nhours before and faced a soft laughter.
\nYou say, “It’s alright to be wrong most of the time.<\/p>\n
\nYou become sleep in my dream. Really I am awake.
\nRain pours a cup of darkness. No moon. Stars all wrecked.<\/p>\n