Hope is Always Young
wajid kakakhel September 12, 2006
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Life is so cruel, ageing such a tyrant
They wither the most fragrant and prettiest of flowers
Don’t make me cry, as t’is not yet over
I’ve just started planting a new garden of fresh roses
They wither the most fragrant and prettiest of flowers
Don’t make me cry, as t’is not yet over
I’ve just started planting a new garden of fresh roses
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