In my mind there is a place where my conscience always battles with the ideal morale and I hope
when the time comes the ideal one spread its wings...
still I have not seen one.
All I have seen are some feeble ones with smithered wings.
when the time comes the ideal one spread its wings...
still I have not seen one.
All I have seen are some feeble ones with smithered wings.
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