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Tying a string to the sun
Making mirrors into moons
Flying kites above the sky
Touring the world on clouds
Walking under seven seas
Dancing through the wind
Laughing with the rain
Holding worlds
in my palm
Chasing shadows
through the stream
Running behind memory
Falling upon dreams
In the world and Out of it too.സ്വപ്ന
[അപ്പൂപ്പന് താടികള്, ആദ്യനക്ഷത്രങ്ങള്, കുപ്പിക്കുളിലെ പാവം ഭൂതം]
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