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by: priyarpan srivastava
| the hands ... held out ... they reached the sky .... | | the hands ... waved ... in air, they fly ... | | the hands ... touched ... to love & to care ...
the hands ... joined .... and bowed for a prayer ....
the hands ... ran ... to hold the fate ...
the hands ... pushed wide ... open gates ...
my hands ... your fingers ... a touch will do
carry the feelings ... from me to you ...
the hands will hold me ... as they all will cry ....
cause’ in their hands ... I will die ...
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