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Pixies dance, while fairies weep On the boulevard of insatiable dreams... Magic and wonder is free to reap... Enchantment sets ye free...
Pixies dance, while fairies weep On the boulevard of insatiable dreams... Magic and wonder is free to reap... Enchantment sets ye free...
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Food for thought: Greener Pastures Have no Grass
A story that repeats itself a thousand times daily on the platforms of a city, Where dreams are lost in the midst of rush hour traffic, in the dizzing heights of glass towers, in the plush opulence of five star hotels and the blury buzz of the nightlife....
The city never sleplt we heard, shez an insomaniac wreak like the rest of us. Id prefer my town and her sleepy bylanes draped in natures extravagance where creative energy emanates with abundance, Damn me for trading her beauty for a couple of dollars more...
My town she is earthen n so real, this city is plastic n sureal...
Town my true love, but with City my mistress its just lust...
Everything here is so artificial, even the pretty gals and their fake smiles, Take me home to the paradise city where the grass is green and the gals are pretty, Please wont you take me down...
indeed it sucks we all from chandigarh cant stomach delhi that much, but if u r stuck here for one month.... grin and bear it, it aint so bad with friends around!
two months later.......i agree with ya
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