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Curtain Raiser

In the morning
When the sun was young
Flowers played with its baby rays
Tinkering everywhere their freshness

The cycle of innocence was born again
Spreading it's fragrance & burning incense
Amidst speculating market of loss & gain

A drama was about to begin
In thy celestial sky of heaven & fate
But it was not yet good morning for whores.
Written by anandosen
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