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The flow of air changed And my plane crashed . . .

The flow of air changed
And my plane crashed
.
.
.
Within a moment
The colours turned to
CURSING RED
(Caption) My arrival was a celebration
In my house and in my colony,
Full of flowers and firecrackers
Surrounded me when I stepped
Into this beautiful HEAVEN
Called EARTH.

There was no scarcity of happiness
The flow of air changed
And my plane crashed
.
.
.
Within a moment
The colours turned to
CURSING RED
(Caption) My arrival was a celebration
In my house and in my colony,
Full of flowers and firecrackers
Surrounded me when I stepped
Into this beautiful HEAVEN
Called EARTH.

There was no scarcity of happiness