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//My clouds bring monsoon, lovers celebrate, every

//My clouds bring monsoon, lovers celebrate, everything gets blurred Clouds darkens, possibilities of no break Finally an angel shots an arrow, I get drenched I decorate myself with self hatred, laggingness, blacks and ash of days// (Captioned) •| Dancing in the rain of possibilities |• I am a statue, stationary yet changing colours regularly with the swing of possibilities With every spring's doorbell ring, I hear the flowers bloom I see all around, colours, I try to get colours, but fail I don't have a heart of water, fertile enough to bloom I play a tug of war between bloom and lose
//My clouds bring monsoon, lovers celebrate, everything gets blurred Clouds darkens, possibilities of no break Finally an angel shots an arrow, I get drenched I decorate myself with self hatred, laggingness, blacks and ash of days// (Captioned) •| Dancing in the rain of possibilities |• I am a statue, stationary yet changing colours regularly with the swing of possibilities With every spring's doorbell ring, I hear the flowers bloom I see all around, colours, I try to get colours, but fail I don't have a heart of water, fertile enough to bloom I play a tug of war between bloom and lose
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