Aakanksha Raj

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Clear the vision,
The Hope we feel,
For Some reason
We choose hell.

OH, The vision
OH, The hope.

Touch the cloud
Become a Bird
Clear all the fog
With the help of drop of rain.

The vision, we see.
The hope, we want.

Flow like a river
Shade like a tree
Become more precious
Like a diamond.

OH, The vision.
OH, The hope.
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