I'll find a hall full of mirrors,where you'd be all mine,We'll dance to the shores running behind;The night will shower blessings of goldWith you, I wished to grow old;My eyes will run waters for the parting we behold,But We'll deny the tales of our separation foretold.
-Anshika Agarwal
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