There are many talks to say,
And are frozen onto the lips.
Listen to them oh! my compatriots.
Get a load of unheard and unsaid talks of mine.
Nobody in the world is bereaved from carte blanche.
Every soul is thirsty & every heart has a question.
I am stricken with grief.
In a low ebb.
Give me a part of your cheers,
Give me a single flash of hope.
Together let's pull a single rope.
Together let's pull a single rope.......
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