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THE SUN OF HOPE
Soaked in sweet sorrows, Is a young mother of one, Caged in the corridors of hope, Boldly holding her future world, With her empty hands she signs assertion, Surrounded by a calm mogul, Do not pass the doors of a beggar, Rags are cotton and wool too, Empty hands assurance of greater tomorrow, Little […]
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