The wind blows as hard as it ever can,
Making the trees whoosh side to side.
While a superstar is waiting for her fans,
A beggar is trying to hold his pride.
The birds keep chirping,
As the day keeps moving.
மகளின் கவிதை
The wind blows as hard as it ever can,
Making the trees whoosh side to side.
While a superstar is waiting for her fans,
A beggar is trying to hold his pride.
The birds keep chirping,
As the day keeps moving.
மகளின் கவிதை
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