The hills are alive with the sound of music.
İf he touched her,he couldnt talk to her,if he loved her he couldnt leave,if he spoke he couldnt listen,if he fought he couldnt win.
The god of loss ,The god of small things,The god of goose bumps and sudden smile.
There's no time to lose,Iheard her say,Cash your dreams before,They slip away,Dying all the time,Lose your dreams and you,Will lose your mind.
Arundhatı Roy
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